As zephyrs tell their tales of woe,
with longing to sweep the trials;
Of innocents watching from afar,
while climbing across the miles.

In ruination they must take heed,
of clamoring soldiers at the gate;
As heroes march in bold display,
spreading miracles from the saints.

Standing tall and windswept now,
the children grasp the leaves;
Enthralled by eerie missives blown,
in ragged layers of words received.

But when the scrolls unravel with,
those stories not yet revealed;
Their grandest secrets will lay bare,
for generations to toss and repeal.

But if their meanings keep at bay,
the callousness of our sins;
Our future lies in layers which,
seek to awaken each life again.

We come into this world clean and clear,
nothing yet written on the slate;
Our thoughts not formed yet feelings emerge,
as we cry and coo keeping parents awake !

When we grow into toddlers questions arise,
and so often we're misunderstood;
But our family and teachers seem helpful still,
trying hard to do us some good.

We listen to all the sounds of the world,  
curiosity and learning never cease;
We're lucky enough to find some answers,
yet myriads of puzzles increase.

Off to school and then to work,
relationships form and blend;
The varied senses of existence,
awaken minds with time to spend.

It's one long chain of wading through,
what the whole universe presents;
We try to choose what's right for us,
but often it's simply nonsense.

Then one day we've tumbled down,
that spiral stairway to our souls;
Dazed and confused we hold on tight,
never wanting to lose control.

Then a sign of love shines from above,
raising us up to the Milky Way;
The Lord's mercy and understanding glows,
for a new and promising day !

While in the limelight of earthly pause,
and thus consumed by ancient laws;
We learn to keep our thoughts at bay,
in fragments torn and blown away.

In horror's face our lives stand still,
then wander up the rugged hills;
Like snowfall's magic in release,
our hearts align in search for peace.

Then overwhelmed by ghastly powers,
which torture gardens' innocent flowers;
Within our minds we'll hear a voice,
inspiring us to make a choice.

So why exist in bleakness reign,
pretending life is just a game ?
Don't climb into the devil's lair,
when angels call through fragrant air.

And thus in candlelight appears,
the balm of rainy nights so clear;
With waters' rush upon the soul,
where secrets lie and soon unfold.

Rejecting thoughts he'd disappear forever,
a phantom glides around the mortal scene;
His earthly voyage takes him many places,
through every nook and corner's vast terrain.

Bewitched by all the different worldly wonders,
he's captivated by sheer delicacy in flight;
And subtle hints from lavender filled pastures,
are scents he's never known before tonight.

Randomly he follows all the children,
while admiring their playfulness and joy;
Soon establishing a feeling of connection,
with every little girl and little boy.

They smelled as honeysuckle would (had he ever known it),
with cheery smiles scampering off to their own homes;
So elated to find the gift of immortality,
through voices of the cherubs' mortal tone.

And soon the time did come for his surrender,
to greater forces from the sky above;
But in his viscous soul he'll still remember,
a world of beauty singing graceful songs.

Running in the eternal race of time,
searching for the roads to easier days;
Never fully knowing what lies ahead,
looking for ourselves within the haze.

Suddenly in mirrored circles do we see,
reflections shared of one another's faults;
Which bear essential words in frosted light,
excavated in spirals from secret vaults.

Forgiving not the spell that's duly cast,
on frequent plots by mystics at the center;
While roundabout lives crumble and unfold,
with endings choked into a careless banter.

This course we navigate is timeless yet,
each soul extending far beyond the sphere;
Of cherished thought indelibly replaced,
by traces of a past no longer feared.

The frenzied pace that fuels expression,
from piercing fragments of confession;
Devours its pace from a common source,
when enduring faith rejects its course.

While losing time to run the race,
resisting visions' one can't erase;
The wicked sins' resurgent fire,
dissolves in devil's blackened ire.

In vivid scenes of starlit skies,
revolving planets gone awry;
Cast brightest signals on display,
reaching spiritual heights along the way.

While communing with enlightened souls,
pursuing paths toward heavenly goals;
Resurgent powers' keen revelations,
will emerge from wonders of creation.

With notions purely fixed in time,
the antidote to love's own rhyme;
Fulfills each fear of future loss,
divulging depths from wayward cost.

In languid hours of disarray,
a wounded heart has gone astray;
Pretending life has drawn the cord,
away from meaningful accord.

Eventually the souls resign,
to losing faith in thoughts aligned;
With all the mystery at play,
then seek to find another way.

But in the core of every source,
hope still recalls its mighty force;
And when all hearts meet in one place,
their goal is reached...forever graced.