Every Time Mother would shed a Tear

17 November 2015

Words carry more than their single might

The sticks will wither, the stones will bring unto them dust

Glorious sun in your heat I bask

Amnesia my creed, darkness my Heart now befalls

Within the nothingness flowers bloom

I know of airborne roots that connect with the thin air

Of flowers and men my knowledge slight

Experience mother of broken conventions thrust

Betrayal is more than simple task

Winding through the depth of wretched Hearts misery calls

Alice dilating outgrew the room

Hatter rattled kettles, Cheshire cats smiled debonair

The moon counted her pennies so bright

Many a jumping cow had crossed bridges in thought’s crust

Growing silence, now stillness I ask

Path within me to Netherland child in me recalls

Incense burnt fragrant hallways to groom

The fumes built in fogs that covered pathways for the pair

I walk in valley shadowed by Fear

Frothing horses stand by me in my hands their harness

Wisdom of millennia in me grew

Clocks of Time winding back false identity withdrew

Every Time Mother would shed a Tear

History would reel struck by paces of wilderness

In the name of Fathers I once knew

Let the morrows of void be my only tomb that slew

Antaeus – Kyrie

Antaeus – Athéna

Antaeus – Time