Beyond glyph-stoked canvas
We stood to
Behold My silver moon
dancing free,
wild 'gainst the burning darkness,
what cloaks earnest
whispers of wishes;
castlestones and yearning tower
call softly to Me.
Father of a mystical Child:
We face this visage alone,
Every lucid golden flight
be palace world, evolving flame!
O thou what will to dare --
sing despite the Rain;
fall into imagined clouds
of terran starlet's sparkling dreams.
No soul might recall at all
the streaming flowers
of Eleusis gardens, or warriors,
vermilion capes --
'cept for three that dare to be
the melody that rings by moonlight
on the red sea.
We, guardians and ministers
of vengeance.
Hold fast the altar of time;
Nothing, so vast
as ebbing waters
stirred by hands upon the sacred throne;
the door, how it is glimmering,
for those who know
He whom tends garden unseen,
He whom folds tender
jovial kisses
with the purple scarlet hems
of eternity --
Master, my Heart is a labyrinth
and You have rendered me
toward ashen sparkling billows,
as We fall, forever
in ecstasy.