There is a place
I know not of
Silent whispers
Of the deep above

A desire to return
Though to where unknown
In our hearts and minds
This feeling has grown

How can we express
What is hitherto unseen
What images and forms
Can our consciousness glean?

Who are we that we feel this way?

Certainly not the things
We thought ourselves to be

But something more

Who am I but one unknown
The path for me was never shown
The moon went dark and stars fell down
And laid in the sea ten twisted crowns

Beneath that crown were seven heads
Heroes I'd known living and dead
They rose up and spoke my name
Cured the sick and healed the lame

Yet in their words so sound and sweet
I came to know of their defeat
Another alike to them did rise
Not from the sea or from the skies

A second saint lauding the first
He fed the poor and quenched their thirst
His words too despite his deeds
Did not fulfill my longing needs

Neither from the sea or wild earth
Will the One to come show his worth
No, He will descend from the sky above
With justice, wrath, great power and love

Though I thought He had already come
I was made deaf, blind and dumb
It's not my fault, I never knew
Or maybe I did not want to

Let us rest
For the day is over
Night has come
Still moon and stars

Lay with me
Let out a sigh
Breathe in anew
And close your eyes

All our worries
Will be there tomorrow
Some may even
Fade away

So let us rest
The day is over
Let us lay
In each others arms

I fashioned it
From wood and clay
With gold and rubies
Did I inlay
That image crude
So I could pray
To something I could see

The tool I made
Did serve me well
And in return
I knelt and fell
Down to my knees
At sounded bell
That I might repay

Now in my age
I fashion again
A deeper image
Than that of men
Inlaid with gold
As it was back then
An image of myself

Though now no longer mute
My will is absolute

I’ve dreamed dreams
Long and distant wisps
Forlorn wants and vague inclinations
I wander with intent
Thought I’ve long forgotten it
I still feel that geass in my bones
A distant command from my creator
Whom I have never known
And yet I sojourn on
To complete my unknown quest

Hot coffee
Rain streaming down glass
The sun is silent
Filtered by looming clouds
The lights outside are accentuated
By the dull grey sky
Yellows and reds
Come and pass endlessly
I haven’t opened my book yet
And I don’t think I will
No I think instead I will dream
After all what is a story
But someone else’s dream
Written down to share with others
This thought puts my mind at ease
I think instead I will dream
And share it only
With the one that I love

The waters stagnate
From clear to green to black

Ink like and thick
I stare into them

They foam and froth
But it amounts to nothing

A purity emanates
From the black liquid

It is pristine now
No debris floats its surface

No solids or oils
Cloud its perfection

I crouch to get a closer look
I’m excited to observe it

I am eager but calm
I am relaxed and empty

I am a receptacle
For this pure water

Dark and sweet
But only for now

For a times, time
And half a time

I will wait here
By the stagnant water

The water that is called pure
And I will dream

I will dream and I will speak
To one that I have known

And in my dreams awake
No longer a vessel

But whole