Aug 10
Journey
Sanctity is sacrilege romanticized,
Viewed through glossy, half-closed eyes.
If you see this sweat run down my cheek,
Know it’s only Truth I seek.
Outside the realm of comprehension,
(So far away!)
Bordering on condescension
(The edge of Day!)
You hold this Truth within your eyes -
This is my fear - This is my prize.
To rest, I need only come nearer,
That the light you cast may become clearer,
That I may know my fate in you,
(Let the stars speak!)
Know my worth, if false or true
(It’s truth I seek!)
Footsteps pound inside my mind,
Shadows taunt through eyes so blind.
I see what lies behind your eyes!
There is my truth, my blessed prize!
So great is my love, my joy (I’ve come so far!)
That I’ll reject the laughter of ancient stars.
