Provenance Poem by John Hayes

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