Transcendental Harmonies

Have you found a final message

for the everlasting offspring you possess?

And still waters

float beyond our stagnant beds

and bells

and bells

and bells

ring so very loud

a heartfelt

reverberation

of sugar-sprinkles

in mid-morning.

A singing mother wondered

about the truths being

thrust towards her

while

cymbals

cymbals

cymbals

fluttered with the thoughts of seven sailors

and writers- bound to the feet of their lovers

and beds! with a staggering memory

and a thoughtful recollection of singular promises

told in darknesses, we stood

Knew it had been,

for quite some time, but still

pretended naivety along silvered shores

"You are a thing of mighty, shaking beauty and yet,"

Still I stumble, quietly against your feet.

I am

yearning but do not move,

while you, a prince,

shove your way into the Kingdom of heaven,

but who now is the stronger one?

Be not the controller of super-faiths but fall

through your present shiverings

to wild ecclesiastical thrustings.