Heavens within me
13 May 2016
They speak fast
Of fires of hell
Chiming bell
Lost players
For who rings the fated knell
They quake in questions
The preachers
They spit dark venom
From black souls
Pits and coals
All stirred up without the love
Forgotten the dove
The slayers
They blend words and swords
Practicing
A fine art
Never to reach divine start
The engine falters
Lost prayers
Realms of green altars
Whispering
Beckoning
To ultimate sacrifice
My bosom to slice
Piece me meals
In temples of greed
You were born
Swallow’s creed
Migration within you seed
Of moving morrows
Drink my blood
I am son of none
Sun’s first born
Moon’s daughter
You sip of me in laughter
Sorrow’s canticles
Hear never
The whispers are soft
The thunders
Harsh wonders
I lone listen to neither
Heavens within me
Reading of the poem:
Hymn to Hope – Secret Garden
Illumination – Secret Garden
The Promise – Secret Garden
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