I lie in turmoil as the beast
Drops on my head, all hope deceased
He knows the fears on which to feast

Eye to eye, I yet alone
With regent of infernal throne
With stare that sets my heart to stone

How did my hope sink so low, deep?
That it was gouged from my breast, he keep
On laughing as I tremble, weep

God be gone, my peace is dead
For beast descend upon my head
To fill me with immortal dread

My heart is heavy, hunted, hung
Sharp shards remain in broken breast
From which a bitter dirge is sung
Of sorrows to outrank the rest
I strain my brow as reaper comes
No paradise in life or death
Just the haunt of devil’s drums
O Jesus, save my breath

I could not be where I was kept
With devil alone to dwell
The mind that discern heaven
Belong to eye that fathomed hell

Love’s footsteps fall in sacred ground
Like roses on a blessed mound
Love’s mystic heights descend to ground
Where pity peace rejoice in sound

From holy beat to holy beat
Thou write the hallowed score of Love
Wherein souls’ flight like turtle dove
A journey commit on humble feet
Thy house is care thy throne is bliss
Alight the lives of everyone
Where we are one if we are sum
And see the sunshine as a kiss

The break of summer bursts to life
In sweltering throng bees rumble and sing
Season’s clockwork turns on from spring
As sun’s ascent melts mortal strife
Below! A throng! Of people lean
And intervene upon the scene
As batchelor watches in thrall the sway of his wife

All Hearts and Souls stir in that midst
Of roses with the sunshine kissed
As life hath song: love, luscious supreme
Whose silence, felt, denudes Heart’s dream
But fever of life’s noon is here
For couple who evoke a tear
Their one Heart whole without a seam

Gold knowledge shames illusion where it preys
Dead counterfeit perspectives on the truth
Cast gray against truth’s beauty rare forsooth
Shadows of night to the lush of day
The sages in their sweet, sanguine pursuit
The scholars yearning for the quench of sun
The gurus in whom cosmic fires run
All in their quest the truth salute
Truth’s dawn refracts the visions hidden by
The barricades, bastilles and brigadiers
Who stealthy, quick encroach upon the sky
Hath visage of a god eclipse sun for years
Yet nature’s crown cast at long last her ray
Which inspire worship of the day