Promises of an unheard nature in the walls,
The very embroidery singing of everlasting glory
In the tapestry of one’s destiny.
Tall ceiling proclaiming its grandeur above
Oh all so plentiful should be nature’s greatest gift.
Yet there I stand,
Knowing that I must persist amongst the pristine
For here is not the purpose of my wandering.
Door after door, window after window,
I look in despair for nowhere is what claims to be
Shall the golden hall be centre of it all?
I denounce the thought!
Here is naught!
The search continues in a murky path
Where the promises faded.
The dread crept in, consuming my certainty along the steps
I awaited the final moment to come as Winter returns in the field!
Long was the night.
Exhausted, I lay down
To witness the bright Spring of meaning
Bursting in my veins, on the ground I rest,
In the Hall of Blue soaring amidst the stars
Winds carrying the message
Telling me the beauty of it all and now.