Down To Up Poem by Smoky Hoss

(- these are the reflections that came to mind while I was looking at the painting 'Riddarfjarden in Stockholm' by Eugene Jansson,1898.
I simply wrote them down -my thoughts- just as they came to me.)


That time shall come.
By dread or by due,
As it must
For the pain of living in a world untrue -

The night grows quiet.
While the city lights reflecting
Upon the effulgent bay
Slowly, soundlessly fade down,
down...down.
Into the eddies of the deep,
Where the last
Of the lights evening song
Whispers away...far away.

Where the souls seperate
And the minds effortlessly bend,
Where the hearts say good-bye
And know...this IS the end -

Down we must go.
To where at last...long last
The great Truth wins out;
For the dark and the despair
The drear and the dread,
Are finally put away
In their unholy place,
Forever buried deep
In the muddy waters of the eternal dead -

But, the heart and the soul!
(oh, the heart and soul) ,
No dark waters under heaven
Can ever hold -

Up, through the mire rise.
Unto the other side;
Going down, to come up,
Into all-new waters
There, forever freely to reside -