It came to me like a chink in the light
Glimpsed through a canopy of whispers and mime,
While a daydream arrested its space and its time.
A whisker of breath; its scent and its warmth
Awaken my senses to halos of gold
Shimmering through foliage. A murmuring sounds
Their scribbling of mystical words on the ground.
The silent unseen, I saw it! I saw it!
Reach through the void like a hand in the dark,
Engraining the wood, and etching the stone.
And branding the coffins of flesh and of bone.
In footfalls of silence its spiralling dance
Rips words from a daydream escaping my mind,
"Drink of my water, child of my soil,
For brick and for mortar to coil and coil."
I the statue, I the mime,
The whisperer, the echo, the riddler, the rhyme.
The infant, the innocence, I the crime,
The pedlar of promises, the captive of time.
The meaning of life, I know it! I know it!
It came to me in a chink in the light.
It pierced the vision that shrouds a world,
I caught from some other place, unfurled.
Edited by BlackMatta, 12 September 2007 - 05:02 PM.