Trance of Old

And so I see myself lifted up in the spirit

Taken far back to the event that changed history

On this hill, though thought to be deserted

Green plants grew, though not too healthy

No skull or bones or rocks, like we are meant to believe

But even close by was a stream so glistening

It was here, at this spot I saw it all

An innocent man died for all of us, all

I see him ascend and suddenly I am going with him

Like a flash I am in a banquet, like those of Vikings

Party, celebration, feast, toasts

To celebrate the victory that was accomplished by a son the father loved the most

I did not see the father, just a gust of wind

But his son, he looked nothing like we are led to believe

Neither white or black, but somewhere in between

And his hair, so black, with dreadlocks thick and big

The locks could count up to 5 or 6

But his physique wasn't so muscular, more like a teen

The feast was so grand, both in attendance

Beers being drunk as I stayed there and watch

All white, the surrounding, but not the garment

His beard looked so familiar I have seen it in the movies

This feast, strange as it may sound, lacked the ladies

I was still trying to understand if it was real indeed

And suddenly I am back again to where I started