adamdaniel

Lost Time is the Garment I Wear

Reclining in memories,
Deep as a well,
Paradise treasuries,
Sunken in hell,
Christ living lonely in reveries, shadows where mysteries dwell.

Lost in infinity,
Buried in time,
Downcast divinity,
Weeping sublime,
Void of the boon of sanguinity, madness a perilous chime.

Deviltry lurking,
In scripts of black lore,
Holiness shirking,
Bereft of God’s law,
Twitching and sweating and jerking, I trace the old aeons before.

Ghosts giving whispers,
And speaking their hurt,
Sacrificed sisters,
Conveyed to the dirt,
Hidden in memory glisters, living though stricken inert.

Abstract dominions,
The palace I see,
Ghosts in their minions,
Enveloping me,
Learning their occult opinions, here in my slumberous sea.

Drifting forever,
Damnation my lot,
Awake in the never,
With stories forgot,
Spirits as soft as a feather, and covered by time’s bitter rot.

Lachrimose dreaming,
And heavy I feel,
Sorceries screaming,
A wanton appeal,
Lost in a netherworld gleaming, I meld into chasms unreal.

ADL