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A Far and Distant Morn
--- A Far and Distant Morn ---
Part One: The Temple On the Plains
Across a landscape of fertile plains, there rode a hardy pilgrim bound,
To seek an ancient temple, wherein secret knowledge could be found.
There rose the columns tall and proud, the tall roof a pyramid formed,
By the hands of those who loved and labored in a far and distant morn.
What craft they had, and skill to labor with all their hearts set thereon,
The pilgrim knew all too well such dedication, and how hard it is won.
A widow's son was he, like many another, and his soul did hotly yearn,
To touch the face of a beauty pure, and feel a passion forever to burn.
Thus came he to the temple on the plains, and past the columns swift,
His sandals echoing upon the carven stones, across a bridge over a rift.
Past statues of gods forgotten by men, their gold faded in ages lost...
There walked the widow's son with purpose, for he had paid the cost.
Not cheaply comes enlightenment, but dearly purchased not with coin;
Thusly, is the price of wisdom and knowledge we all pay 'ere our time!
Part Two: The Eye in The Pyramid
An altar lit by candles three did the pilgrim behold in the temple's heart,
He stopped to light them one by one, like a craftsman plying his old art.
Then did shine a beam of light from above, bathing his form in pure gold,
Casting away the lines of years, restoring him and making him grow bold.
From whence came that light, he determined himself to discover for sure,
And soon he was upon the stairs that did wind up the temple's very core.
From the back-most to the front-most, the stairs took him in their ascent...
Until the pilgrim thought he walked above the clouds and the firmament.
Finally, he passed through doors of bronze, with copper opening rings...
And there the pilgrim stood, within a room fit for the most ancient kings.
Where in the ceiling was a hole within which a crystal was set like an eye,
The eye within that pyramid, looked down unblinking from a distant sky.
What name could he give to the hands that wrought this; none known...
For as the hourglass passes its' sands down, ages are made and undone.
Part Three: A Dance with Divinity
Below the eye was a hole in the floor, and that the source of the beam,
Which had restored the pilgrim after his hard journey or so it all did seem!
Whilst upon a throne at the eastern wall, a maiden dressed in white sat,
More a child than a maid, with a massive tome held gently upon her lap.
The pilgrim laid his hand upon the tome, and knelt in reverence profound,
Unspoken prayers on his lips, he did the goddess honor without a sound.
Casting the book aside, she drew him to the west where they did dance,
The pilgrim and she, to music unheard, almost like children in their prance.
Younger he grew, or older she, until as one they were in age and grace...
Whilst some heavenly light did shine about the girl; laughter in her face.
The pair danced until night fell, and the maiden bid the pilgrim farewell...
For it was now her sister's time, and so she descended the long stairwell.
Closing behind her the doors to the secret chamber, with surprising might,
That shook the pilgrim from his reverie, and made thusly clearer his sight.
Part Four: From Day to Night
Rising up from the hole in the floor, born on a cloud of darkness soft, pure,
Was a queenly lady as dark as the shimmering black gown that she wore.
Her face ageless and perfect, as the younger maid whom she succeeded,
Captivating to the pilgrim, as he found himself drawn wherever needed...
This time into the arms of this velvet queen, whose soft embrace was bliss!
She brought him eastward, where they danced, and just as often to kiss.
And great was their rapture, wrapt as they were in the stars of midnight,
Until the coming of the dawn, when the time appointed was for sunlight...
And so it was that the pilgrim found himself alone, upon the quiet throne,
Until a knocking at the closed chamber doors led him to open them wide...
Admitting a woman that reminded him of himself into the old secret room,
Her eyes, closed before, now did cast aside the darkness and the gloom.
And so a pilgrim became a king, and a queen found her way unto his side,
In the temple on the plains they made their home, and to this day abide.
Part One: The Temple On the Plains
Across a landscape of fertile plains, there rode a hardy pilgrim bound,
To seek an ancient temple, wherein secret knowledge could be found.
There rose the columns tall and proud, the tall roof a pyramid formed,
By the hands of those who loved and labored in a far and distant morn.
What craft they had, and skill to labor with all their hearts set thereon,
The pilgrim knew all too well such dedication, and how hard it is won.
A widow's son was he, like many another, and his soul did hotly yearn,
To touch the face of a beauty pure, and feel a passion forever to burn.
Thus came he to the temple on the plains, and past the columns swift,
His sandals echoing upon the carven stones, across a bridge over a rift.
Past statues of gods forgotten by men, their gold faded in ages lost...
There walked the widow's son with purpose, for he had paid the cost.
Not cheaply comes enlightenment, but dearly purchased not with coin;
Thusly, is the price of wisdom and knowledge we all pay 'ere our time!
Part Two: The Eye in The Pyramid
An altar lit by candles three did the pilgrim behold in the temple's heart,
He stopped to light them one by one, like a craftsman plying his old art.
Then did shine a beam of light from above, bathing his form in pure gold,
Casting away the lines of years, restoring him and making him grow bold.
From whence came that light, he determined himself to discover for sure,
And soon he was upon the stairs that did wind up the temple's very core.
From the back-most to the front-most, the stairs took him in their ascent...
Until the pilgrim thought he walked above the clouds and the firmament.
Finally, he passed through doors of bronze, with copper opening rings...
And there the pilgrim stood, within a room fit for the most ancient kings.
Where in the ceiling was a hole within which a crystal was set like an eye,
The eye within that pyramid, looked down unblinking from a distant sky.
What name could he give to the hands that wrought this; none known...
For as the hourglass passes its' sands down, ages are made and undone.
Part Three: A Dance with Divinity
Below the eye was a hole in the floor, and that the source of the beam,
Which had restored the pilgrim after his hard journey or so it all did seem!
Whilst upon a throne at the eastern wall, a maiden dressed in white sat,
More a child than a maid, with a massive tome held gently upon her lap.
The pilgrim laid his hand upon the tome, and knelt in reverence profound,
Unspoken prayers on his lips, he did the goddess honor without a sound.
Casting the book aside, she drew him to the west where they did dance,
The pilgrim and she, to music unheard, almost like children in their prance.
Younger he grew, or older she, until as one they were in age and grace...
Whilst some heavenly light did shine about the girl; laughter in her face.
The pair danced until night fell, and the maiden bid the pilgrim farewell...
For it was now her sister's time, and so she descended the long stairwell.
Closing behind her the doors to the secret chamber, with surprising might,
That shook the pilgrim from his reverie, and made thusly clearer his sight.
Part Four: From Day to Night
Rising up from the hole in the floor, born on a cloud of darkness soft, pure,
Was a queenly lady as dark as the shimmering black gown that she wore.
Her face ageless and perfect, as the younger maid whom she succeeded,
Captivating to the pilgrim, as he found himself drawn wherever needed...
This time into the arms of this velvet queen, whose soft embrace was bliss!
She brought him eastward, where they danced, and just as often to kiss.
And great was their rapture, wrapt as they were in the stars of midnight,
Until the coming of the dawn, when the time appointed was for sunlight...
And so it was that the pilgrim found himself alone, upon the quiet throne,
Until a knocking at the closed chamber doors led him to open them wide...
Admitting a woman that reminded him of himself into the old secret room,
Her eyes, closed before, now did cast aside the darkness and the gloom.
And so a pilgrim became a king, and a queen found her way unto his side,
In the temple on the plains they made their home, and to this day abide.
Published 25th Oct 2011
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25th Oct 2011 8:26am
I can see a lot of work has gone into this poem, and it tells a great and vivid tale.
The only issue here I feel is the timing of the piece. Of course, I know it is always easier for the poet to read the flow of their own work, and I may be completely wrong in my observations.
Bottom line here is, you are undoubtedly a wonderful writer, and put time and effort into what you write. Most people have problems with rhyming lines, and tend to cheat a little. That is not the case here at all.
The only issue here I feel is the timing of the piece. Of course, I know it is always easier for the poet to read the flow of their own work, and I may be completely wrong in my observations.
Bottom line here is, you are undoubtedly a wonderful writer, and put time and effort into what you write. Most people have problems with rhyming lines, and tend to cheat a little. That is not the case here at all.
17th Sep 2012 8:15am
Thank you for your insightful comment, Alexander!
Regarding the timing, it is specifically done the way it is in order to accomodate the symbolism that is encoded within the poem (yes, there are various secret symbols and meanings here)... so that is why it has such an unusual flow to the events in it. ;)
I am very pleased you liked the poem though, and am glad you took the time to let me know your thoughts on it.
Regarding the timing, it is specifically done the way it is in order to accomodate the symbolism that is encoded within the poem (yes, there are various secret symbols and meanings here)... so that is why it has such an unusual flow to the events in it. ;)
I am very pleased you liked the poem though, and am glad you took the time to let me know your thoughts on it.
