Time's silhouette
breathes a scene,
of a heart's realistic climb
to perfect feelings
for good cause in me.
A golden scratch
to revelation
seen by my universal nature,
I stand bold.
Hand held out.
The mystery I receive
is from a vintage drink
of hope and faith.
A thirst ever questioned
in my hour of ignorant need.
Reason:
a third eye heard
by a star's philanthropic muse,
the power to discover
the basis for all true thought
is brought to surface.
When I can display
the unreasonableness
of men and events
are secondary,
nickel plated
going beyond the simple element, itself.
The alchemy of change
from sublime
to the top of the chain.
Distortion will not
court me
as he usually tries.
This before anything else
a final challenge
to wisdom's legacy,
of bringing back
your gift of self
to the light of all the heavens.
This resurrected cornerstone
of spiritual, velvet light
is right around the corner, again.