In a pickle

18 Sep

 You are awake

you dream the dreams

that lovers make

in daylight hours.

You haunt the city of worship

infiltrating the minds of the meek

and uninhabited.

You hover languidly o’er forgotten

relics in memory of those

who sought, yet seek no more

and those who fought too hard to see.

You stalk

inside a labyrinth of fear illuminated

by knowledge.

Your acceptance clears safe passage

to every exit and entrances those

who dare to tread deep waters.

How have you not busied

yourself with the mundane?

How have you suffered the foolish?

How you have enlightened us,

the now-knowers

How you have sweetened our lips

with brine and vinegar.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: