The Solar Disc Inferno Poem by David Lacey

The moon is a sliver plate upon the table of the night
The solar disc inferno is raging above some far off distant land.

The air is warmer that it was before
But still biting with icicle tongue
And we the young
We are aging
The pages of history are turning
And over new and distant horizons the sun is rising
On the world ever lost in spiralling creation

No one moment can exist into the next
But we may slide, graciously at times
Into the abyss and return with the knowledge of love

Through the gateway to the kingdom of shades we stride
Holding high our heads with pride in the knowledge that we seek the light divine.

In the eyes of the one you love the sacred is to be found
In the smile of a child is the wonder of the universe unfolding.
All around us lay the keys to the kingdom and all we can do
Is bind in chains of delusional logic of disguised blood lust instinct.

Ah the Western World
Great monster Incarnate
Industrial Devil of forked and poisonous tongue
Hounding on the young defenceless who can not live within your walls.
Leading them to the supposed sanctuary of barbaric asylums.

They are falling, the young into tunnels of confusion,
Running alike rats in a laboratory maze.
Half crazed with the notion that emotion is a lie.

Here I am, kissing the sky at night
Knowing that beyond the clouds a new and distant heaven awaits
Beyond the gateway to the kingdom of shades.
Beyond the fear of fading
We are real
We are alive
Here
Now
Can you feel it?