Astride a low stone monument
Monolith in a stream
Creeping tide comes rolling in
Chasing the morning ‘s dream
The lamp of god’s crimson glow
Obeys the soul’s delight
For as sure as morning beckons
The stars announce the night.
I sit in time suspended
A gray zone without light
Shadows on the cavern wall
Pass me through insight
But energy must have it’s due
So I listen to her call
And turn my face towards the light
With back against the wall.
Oh yes the heart must tremble
As the dark must have its door
Yet I see her face still shining
Past the last horizon’s shore
As the walls of shame do crumble
To heed the goddess sign
I leave safe harbour freely
And sail out of my mind.
Zman
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