There lies a riddle inside Your

Heart, trailing off into forever.

Electricity used to pour

Soul into our lives extending

Inside forever, ending never.

Xanadu lies their ascending.

Soul soother of the king's mad sense

Is the promise of a great One,

David's prodigy, his grievance,

Eternally reaching for one,

Descending down from heavens,

Son of one who takes on strange forms;

Talking tree of a glowing hue,

A cloud storm, or a voice that swarms

Reaching all. It's You. It's just You.

The riddle continues. Oh star,

Heaven cuts a piece to sever

Earth from mortal coil afar,

Carrying a cross to hilltop

Refracting injury on top

Of injury. Is this a flop?

Shouting crowds mocking, do you flop?

Signs of Your strange forms never stop.

Truth reaches one of solitude

High on top of mountains standing

Every reaching upward to One.

Creation of the moon

Rearing the son

Eternally

Seen

Clear

Ever

Near

To

Make

Only

Omnificent

Never ending rays of You.

Through out the farthest reaches of space -

calling out to me -

calling out to all -

shedding falling stars like tears,

anger held for many envious years,

matched by angry steel falling,

ready to explode exposing

the heart through an open wound.

There's a link that ties me to them

and a link that ties me to You.

A solitary truth remembered by You.

But we forgot Who.

We create towers of Babel

and yet forget each others name.

We're all of one body, and still,

forget that all we are the same.

Inside there lies a mountain

for all of us to climb alone,

but outside of ourselves

We share a mountain like a bone

that links to every other bone

in the body.

The moon waxing then waning,

space and time transcending,

THE SIX SIDED STAR -

THE CROSS -

THE CRESCENT MOON -

saying Your name

different in belief, though essentially the same.