Poetry

Ancient their lineage
Carved from their father
Robbed of their privilege
To live life and prosper

Locked away from the light
With struggle to remain
None but idle presence
Captive within its own domain

They're never filled, tempting substance
Wanting nothing but the light to come in
It never comes, but desire shows
That even some things can begin to grow

The stones, they steady ever flow
The water which soon drips below
Emptiness thrives, it festers, it writhes
And nothing ever slows,
Deep into the depths below

Darkness has its own desires
Because only itself it ever sires
Nothing is new, it only gets old
Carving out the floor below

Chambers of solitude decorate the halls
Jewels of the underworld bedeck the walls
Blind beasts of Belial ever brood o'er their bile
The winged demons' lair untouched, they ne'er rile

And nothing comes to show
As it's ever slow
Deep within the realm below

Erebus' curse
Upon himself and the earth!
None dare to acquaint
The depths which await;
But consider him noble
Though his light may be gone
Deep in the depths which ever live on.

Opening my mouth to the bitter key,
I unlocked the doors of my eyes
To a murky blur of lights like wisps.
They called to me from the flowers,
From the water and the trees,
They commanded my attention and I followed.

I was lost in daylight, watching its flames
Pulse in color like a steady breath.
The ebullient hand of Providence
Cradled me with wonder
And my ears were opened to a silent conversation,
My lips kissed by a passing eternity.

The wind's chorus nestled me in warmth
Like a bubbling spring of sunlight,
The swirling sky enwrapt in splendor
Gripped me with a whisper
And lifted me out of stasis
Into an undying felicity.

I was showered in a cloud of love like mist
Where the protean chaos went still;
The closed lips of truth unveiled
Bright shadows carried on tendrils
That unfurled like night,
Revealing an unknowable tongue.

Honeycombed eyes turned like wheels
Whose galvanic gaze tore me open,
They bathed me in Jovian inspiration
In an inquisition for potential;
As I ambled through the groves
Its branches reached back as my own arms.

My hand was taken in a dance
To delight in the unseen beauty
Sewn by the fruit of sobriety dangling before me
Surging change on the infinite moment,
Gushing with the sweet taste of awakening
Down the mirror-hall of the past.

I was healed from blindness
When I beheld myself for the first time
Carried on the petals of a memory;
It was the day my mind went quiet:
The noise settled like autumn leaves
And I looked through myself like a window.

I was seized by realization,
Caught up in a cataclysm of questions
Whose answer was silence;
With renewed senses, sensitive to the sublime,
I exiled the accuser in the mirror
And must rediscover what I set out to do.

When Lady Dawn comes and unveils the Night
In the bridal chamber of daylight
Revealed is the face of mankind's lover
Shining with the radiance of an eternal summer

How could I have thought I would divine
Secrets obscured by the great Lord of Lights?
Who blinds with works mysterious and wonderful
Beyond my imaginings, frightening and terrible

Meandering through life
I heard a sound
A voice like a violin amid the flowers
Its lilt so lonely yet so bright
The virtuoso's song would me guide
To their window, lift me inside,
Serenade me, sweet revelry,
No greater company could one find