I plead to the ether.
I want to know,
Please tell me,
For the future remains unsettled in my mind.
Settle my anxious heart,
Cite me stories that write miracles in the sky,
Will me to the place I need to be.
Yet nothing,
Half measures and playful innuendo,
And I just sit and stare at the setting Sun.
Angels answer me in riddles.
They point to the rising Sun,
Yet beg me stay where it is I am sitting,
Nonsense contradicts the truth that's in my heart.
My soul commands me onward,
Though my heart demands I retreat into a shell,
The empty tones stifle music made in heaven.
I go now,
Forever bound to the despair of contradictions,
Perhaps I will see their end.
One day.