Let The Gods Sing

It seems like forever

O daughter of the moon

Since thine own desire

To peer out of the sky

To fix the ticking clock

We must tear time asunder

And lo! There thou art

Confined and yet unbound

The wind stays its course

Like a sailor's best ally

Searching for Minotaurs

A blood drop from the eye

A thousand millennia

To behold in union

And even, O divine

In silent overture

As the silver light steeples

In mirthful crescendo again

And the fulfilling embrace

I yearned for is given unto

And then we sit in triumph

The glory of years forlorn

The world in singularity

Watches the event horizon

Of Seekers And Finders

"The sky is dressed in ethereal shades

Of a pen's ink gently sprinkled over

Rays of light, almost fragile to touch

Caress the embers and clinch tightly"

Weakly pulverous and trudging along

Hair swept back by the maelstrom

A faint glow of lightning emanating

Daylight overpowered and overawed

The reins of transparent chaos around

And the ruins of maligned serenity

In the hands of one who is balanced

To see them intertwined together

Parting the anvil with a strike so sound

That the cosmos is torn asunder

Chaos and serenity forged as one

Fathomless in its basic nature

Brightly radiant and riding swiftly

Imbibed with the unified duality

The aura of control spreads around

Light conforming to wholeness