Searching For The Grail
Tossing and turning
Streetlights spy through slatted
Blinds, deaf and dumb
Hours roll off the clock
Like coins flung from
On high into a fountain
Of roiling spiritual turbulence
Please remain seated
We are flying into the heart of
The storm in my spirit
Is tearing me apart and drawing me
In drawn and quartered into oblivion
Of sleep is so far away
Of making amends seems so futile
This bleak corner of my soul over
With a thin veneer of bitter tears.
Pulling myself from the womb
Entombed in the cold light
Behind the screen reflects
Rejects my image
Smoke roils past while first
Down I set these words
As a window into my heart
Felt destruction run its icy
Fingers on my cheek were the warmth of
The son is beset by the face
Of the moon, she was
Bright and full and mysterious
And has now waned into
A darkness that remains
Pains that never ease.
A child learns so fast
Past the slaying of monsters
Ponders all the answers
Questions hidden in books
Looks for truth in history
Mysteries beckon from within
We all desire to search for
The Grail of symbolic reverence;
The idea planted with deference
By those who claim greater wisdom
When we are young
Come anything can be achieved
If we simply just believe
Together we can find in fire
That which we most desire.
They lie.
Streetlights spy through slatted
Blinds, deaf and dumb
Hours roll off the clock
Like coins flung from
On high into a fountain
Of roiling spiritual turbulence
Please remain seated
We are flying into the heart of
The storm in my spirit
Is tearing me apart and drawing me
In drawn and quartered into oblivion
Of sleep is so far away
Of making amends seems so futile
This bleak corner of my soul over
With a thin veneer of bitter tears.
Pulling myself from the womb
Entombed in the cold light
Behind the screen reflects
Rejects my image
Smoke roils past while first
Down I set these words
As a window into my heart
Felt destruction run its icy
Fingers on my cheek were the warmth of
The son is beset by the face
Of the moon, she was
Bright and full and mysterious
And has now waned into
A darkness that remains
Pains that never ease.
A child learns so fast
Past the slaying of monsters
Ponders all the answers
Questions hidden in books
Looks for truth in history
Mysteries beckon from within
We all desire to search for
The Grail of symbolic reverence;
The idea planted with deference
By those who claim greater wisdom
When we are young
Come anything can be achieved
If we simply just believe
Together we can find in fire
That which we most desire.
They lie.