There lies a riddle inside Your
Heart, trailing off into forever.
Electricity used to pour
Soul into our lives extending
Inside forever, ending never.
Xanadu lies their ascending.
Soul soother of the king's mad sense
Is the promise of a great One,
David's prodigy, his grievance,
Eternally reaching for one,
Descending down from heavens,
Son of one who takes on strange forms;
Talking tree of a glowing hue,
A cloud storm, or a voice that swarms
Reaching all. It's You. It's just You.
The riddle continues. Oh star,
Heaven cuts a piece to sever
Earth from mortal coil afar,
Carrying a cross to hilltop
Refracting injury on top
Of injury. Is this a flop?
Shouting crowds mocking, do you flop?
Signs of Your strange forms never stop.
Truth reaches one of solitude
High on top of mountains standing
Every reaching upward to One.
Creation of the moon
Rearing the son
Never ending rays of You.
Through out the farthest reaches of space -
calling out to me -
calling out to all -
shedding falling stars like tears,
anger held for many envious years,
matched by angry steel falling,
ready to explode exposing
the heart through an open wound.
There's a link that ties me to them
and a link that ties me to You.
A solitary truth remembered by You.
But we forgot Who.
We create towers of Babel
and yet forget each others name.
We're all of one body, and still,
forget that all we are the same.
Inside there lies a mountain
for all of us to climb alone,
but outside of ourselves
We share a mountain like a bone
that links to every other bone
in the body.
The moon waxing then waning,
space and time transcending,
THE SIX SIDED STAR -
THE CROSS -
THE CRESCENT MOON -
saying Your name
different in belief, though essentially the same.