Awakened from a sweet somber,
Chastised for not being the watchtower.
Angered by a lord without comprehension
torn between devotion and unwarranted sacrifice.
Such visions do not declare that I am a savior.
Maybe I tire of saving the world.
I pray to all that call upon me,
"Let me float through the tunnel;let me find myself.
I pray thee, let me rest."
MYSTERIES OF OLD WAYS (PASSION OF LIFE)
Awakened from such a blissful somber;
The enchantment of perfection
Aeon past and aeon to come.
Bonded by the essence,
Of earth, air, water, and fire alike,
Come the sweetest expressions of the soul.
Such a dream was it not real?
Could it ever be as real as that moonlight charm?
The seekers could live several eternities
And never know such chivalry.
As easily as my heart could be charmed,
I could give up...and abandon this quest.
Yet this is my longing
-The search for the missing piece in my life.
None of us are perfected with or without it,
Though with it, we do become whole.
