Talking

Let us talk of God for a while.

And yet, how can we speak of that which

we know nothing of?

Then let us talk of love for a while.

And yet, what is love if not an extension of God?

What you are really after is the Truth.

But Truth cannot be had by speaking.

Even that which I just spoke has its exceptions.

Then what shall we speak of, my love?

There is nothing in this world that is worthy 

of your words. Be silent, and accept this kiss

as a testament to Truth, love, and God.

And where have the shadows gone, my love?

All I see is this impalpable light.

They have gone back to the source,

as has our love. Leave them be there.

This light that you see, that is the unity,

the Trinity come together as one.

Let it enter your heart, and sing.

In the Halls of Tomorrow

I linger in the halls of tomorrow,

wasting away the hours of today.

All is darkness here, except for

dim moonlight that seems to be

retreating. I catch a glimpse of

my dark reflection in a mirror.

The face looks old and unrecognizable.

It makes me shudder with fear.

There is a cortege of weeping women

headed back to from whence I came.

I want to ask them why they weep,

but I hold my peace, for fear it is for me.

I hear the ticking of some distant

clock, but no chime marks the hour.

I measure time solely by these words

and the benumbing of my pain.

Fate

The moon is a silver tapestry 

on the black basalt wall of the sky.

The stars dangle like the silver crystals

of a cosmic chandelier.

I am swimming through the fresh night air.

Breath is no accident.

It is the decree of every living thing

and the wind.

Shadows stir in moonlight.

Leaves stir and calmly whisper

tales of an ancient rain.

Locked in a struggle, the eyes

with the darkness.

Pain gives way to no silence.

No stairway back to our preconception.

Give me an order and I will follow it.

I taste vengeance on the tongue.

You want to die? Keep living.

You can listen to the birds in the morning

and discover fate with the rising sun.