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Across the Deeps
- Across the Deeps -
If a heart is like a prize to be claimed in quest,
Then I might liken love to a treasure held fast…
Beyond the vastness of starry voids confessed:
By those mad from being full of passion’s zest!
I cross still, such distances, and they are vast…
But one must traverse a hell to then be blessed.
Whilst in the deeps there wait the coiling things,
That which ensnare the will with snaking horror!
One must face fear and all that terror so brings,
If one is to see the day: beyond a new morrow.
Like knights on quests for secrets held in tower,
In castle and in fastness by the guardian of lore!
I don my armor, setting forth to find my flower…
Beyond old battlefields: scarred by ancient war.
Like Joan of Arc I burn for passion I hold dear,
Choosing my own way to reach my lovely goal.
Over the deeps below, beyond the veil of fear…
Walking in balance between lunacy and control.
Such is a mystic and visionary; a revolutionary…
Flirting with madness, speaking things profound.
Yet I fall silent as I behold sights extraordinary!
The way is long, to the distant paradise ground.
Solitary is the path that leads to the tower pale,
Wherein, a heart of flame beats with pleasure…
Beyond the azure mountains and the deep vale.
No guardian holds, the key to my fair treasure!
Along the way, the mount that carried me died,
Leaving me to tread the dust beneath bare feet.
Only the dead eat dust, where shadows abide,
And so, I contemplate not what is beneath me.
Oh what awaits me in the heart of the fastness?
My heart alone knows the true answer to that.
Before my goal lies a realm of utter darkness…
Whereon the pale, mighty tower so regally sat.
Illumination guides me, knowledge my torch…
So that the shadows part, revealing the hidden,
Until I have reached the tower’s marble porch.
I cannot say what waits therein, even if bidden.
Just as all who found the Grail spoke of it not,
No words can tell, what this vast quest begot!
If a heart is like a prize to be claimed in quest,
Then I might liken love to a treasure held fast…
Beyond the vastness of starry voids confessed:
By those mad from being full of passion’s zest!
I cross still, such distances, and they are vast…
But one must traverse a hell to then be blessed.
Whilst in the deeps there wait the coiling things,
That which ensnare the will with snaking horror!
One must face fear and all that terror so brings,
If one is to see the day: beyond a new morrow.
Like knights on quests for secrets held in tower,
In castle and in fastness by the guardian of lore!
I don my armor, setting forth to find my flower…
Beyond old battlefields: scarred by ancient war.
Like Joan of Arc I burn for passion I hold dear,
Choosing my own way to reach my lovely goal.
Over the deeps below, beyond the veil of fear…
Walking in balance between lunacy and control.
Such is a mystic and visionary; a revolutionary…
Flirting with madness, speaking things profound.
Yet I fall silent as I behold sights extraordinary!
The way is long, to the distant paradise ground.
Solitary is the path that leads to the tower pale,
Wherein, a heart of flame beats with pleasure…
Beyond the azure mountains and the deep vale.
No guardian holds, the key to my fair treasure!
Along the way, the mount that carried me died,
Leaving me to tread the dust beneath bare feet.
Only the dead eat dust, where shadows abide,
And so, I contemplate not what is beneath me.
Oh what awaits me in the heart of the fastness?
My heart alone knows the true answer to that.
Before my goal lies a realm of utter darkness…
Whereon the pale, mighty tower so regally sat.
Illumination guides me, knowledge my torch…
So that the shadows part, revealing the hidden,
Until I have reached the tower’s marble porch.
I cannot say what waits therein, even if bidden.
Just as all who found the Grail spoke of it not,
No words can tell, what this vast quest begot!
Published 7th Jan 2013
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7th Jan 2013 2:56pm
A quest indeed. Dear Jessica, such vivid imagination, I envy you your talent of story telling...experiences help though...don't they.
10th Jan 2013 2:55am
Ah, you know me quite well my dear! Quite a few experiences of mine found their way into this poem actually, and made it that much more interesting. I am glad you enjoyed the journey this poem takes the reader on... it is one I know intimately well. ;)
