Pagan Past
Searching the skies I found a light
That could be the key to my soul's flight
A mutual embrace with a knowledge of right
To take me out of and reverse my plight.
Longed-for comfort through clouds of pain
But sunny days bring the concrete again
So goes inspiration down a distracted drain
Muffled voices of a elemental strain.
Flashes of what could be my fire:
A world of surrendering to desire
Dancing around a blazing pyre
So the Universe will us inspire.
Images of a spurned life tease:
Meditation through a tranquil breeze
Divine joy infused in wondrous teas
A serene soul without falling on your knees.
Pragmatic life and self-consciousness lead
To a soul bereft of basic need
Watching what I gained slowly recede
Torn by the desires for which I plead.