Pierced patterns of glittering light
Relentless sentinels of the night
Advent of the end to come
Darkness beckons
...
Darkness on the stairway glancing
Always see the figures dancing
Moonlight seems to make them chatter
Up and down they seem to shatter
...
Wilderness strikes the heart,
Passion plays from the start,
Between the rivers of the mind
Fortune steps towards unkind
...
Structure the sentence
With subject and predicate
Making mere nonsense
Out of quaint etiquette
...
Are you in a dream
When I speak to you
I get the same old answers
When I try to get through
...
Oh yes I remember the time
When all was well with me
I would hear the clock chime
After I had had my tea
...
I am drawing pictures in my mind
Painted images of thoughts unkind
I hear the voices of instruction
Steering me towards destruction
...
I find that I am always wanting
To express myself in endless taunting
Banter, badgering baited breath
Please oh please don’t mention death
...
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
...
Take me oh take me my love
To the end of days
To heaven above
Where bright lights forever glisten
...
Lift me up from my dreams
Reality has yet to burst out
Life is not what it seems
Inside my mind no doubt
...
Mathematician, Magician and Hermeticist.)
Provenance
Pierced patterns of glittering light
Relentless sentinels of the night
Advent of the end to come
Darkness beckons
One by one
Yet beyond the mists of time
Fashioned not in the artist’s mind
Perfect silence, peace unfolds
A dream stands still
All is cold
A semblance of creation dawns
No longer for the father mourns
Transitory forms take shape
In awe of death
Wide awake
Move from cipher into space
A seething mass retakes its place
Here among the future past
The knight himself
Sighs aghast
Stay now forever is the cry
For it is not to reason why
Our purpose found, seeking true
Open your souls
Rejoice anew