Beauty Beheld Behind Bright Eyes

A re-occurring poetic phrase that I can't rid my mind of... Should make for an excellent write.

"Unless my will is found to be mistaken

Where might this channel come forth to awaken?"


Trancendental atmospheres abroad

Offering me to the hollow corridors decorating the road

Pigments of pre-natural reality, our presented fluidity, come to lighten the load

Clasping ghastly hands

And this, of my supernatural abode

Wouldst requite of me a second time

To breathe the breath of home

To inhale the inner core of my crime

Enveloped whole

Taken away to such Beauty beheld behind bright eyes

Overwhelmed as the dawning of new skies

Alive within the adventurous heart

Wake up to the joyous reasons for the newness of life to start

It is with cheering existence I've exclaimed!

This wasted interior fails threefold once blamed

Paving the jealous paths only to reveal the worthy shores

Casting their shrouds at the feet of the chosen

Grinding teeth, in search of the Core

Lying in wait, pale and frozen

Yet the Beauty that is beheld behind these bright eyes. . . Brighten once more

Yes

Tis' my eyes

As they set themselves on the Day

Til' at night, I look away

Succumbing to the darker frequencies gone array


Alone with my conscientious contemplations

I

Amidst the inevitable pursuit of sacrecy in a fallen realm

Do desire to embrace the revelations

of Heaven's chaos

Come to reverberate within the temple helms

Yet, have I come to remember this:

"We are only shells on this path through purified flame

Guiding each other's inferior core

To its infernal realization of a better Name."


-Daniel J. Walker

Author's Note

The idea is for this write to take you on a journey, while, somewhat retaining the rhythmic composition I set out for in the beginning. Enjoy!