Here you are, holding court
in the sanctuary hewn of stone
in the depths of my hardened heart
I was searching everywhere
ages congealed in the story of my quest
distant those memories flashing in lightning hues
when we made for you a throne in the skies
you were a king, being vast and a Son.
Fire, light, word and the cosmos.
You grow with me, beating with my heart.
so many tongues invented sacred,
each the supreme and the last perfect for all times
ending futile muted
that broke your icons but
fail to uncontain and unlimit your vast formlessness
Now after so much death and darkness
clad in the ashes of those endless cycles of dissolution
with your hosts, ghosts and goblins
in the silences sliced by cymbals and bells
at the pinnacle depths of being
Holding court here
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Here you are, holding court
in the sanctuary hewn of stone
in the depths of my hardened heart
I was searching everywhere
ages congealed in the story of my quest
distant those memories flashing in lightning hues
when we made for you a throne in the skies
you were a king, being vast and a Son.
Fire, light, word and the cosmos.
You grow with me, beating with my heart.
so many tongues invented sacred,
each the supreme and the last perfect for all times
ending futile muted
that broke your icons but
fail to uncontain and unlimit your vast formlessness
Now after so much death and darkness
clad in the ashes of those endless cycles of dissolution
with your hosts, ghosts and goblins
in the silences sliced by cymbals and bells
at the pinnacle depths of being
Holding court here
