Every Time Mother would shed a Tear
17 November 2015
Words carry more than their single might
The sticks will wither, the stones will bring unto them dust
Glorious sun in your heat I bask
Amnesia my creed, darkness my Heart now befalls
Within the nothingness flowers bloom
I know of airborne roots that connect with the thin air
Of flowers and men my knowledge slight
Experience mother of broken conventions thrust
Betrayal is more than simple task
Winding through the depth of wretched Hearts misery calls
Alice dilating outgrew the room
Hatter rattled kettles, Cheshire cats smiled debonair
The moon counted her pennies so bright
Many a jumping cow had crossed bridges in thought’s crust
Growing silence, now stillness I ask
Path within me to Netherland child in me recalls
Incense burnt fragrant hallways to groom
The fumes built in fogs that covered pathways for the pair
I walk in valley shadowed by Fear
Frothing horses stand by me in my hands their harness
Wisdom of millennia in me grew
Clocks of Time winding back false identity withdrew
Every Time Mother would shed a Tear
History would reel struck by paces of wilderness
In the name of Fathers I once knew
Let the morrows of void be my only tomb that slew
Antaeus – Kyrie
Antaeus – Athéna
Antaeus – Time
