Seven Circles Of The Son
First, the circle of the land, sun in sky,
moon in hand; time and space to understand.
Next, the circle of the mind, smart to try,
perhaps to find knowledge can't be cruel or kind.
Feeling passion without end - often cry.
Good-bye friend; greetings you will never send.
Circle where the saintly hosts seem to fly
with idle ghosts; the Prince of Lies boldly boasts.
Like it permeates withal, "Simply I,"
the I shall call. You aren't who you thought at all.
Then, into the midst of bliss. Echoing sigh,
soothing kiss of the things you thought you missed.
When you reach the realm of light, low and high,
what is sight? Pass to day and leave the night.
From great distance
I see you
who won't look back.
So, I wonder.
Do you know you can?
Yet, who am I to expect?
Who are you to deny
where we pool?
As you flounder
in surety of purpose
days go by
evading your future.
lose the tide
that would raise us