Clouded.
From where does it come or go,
that darkness behind its light?
From the belly below or on high?
Who gave it instruction to show?
Who let loose the entangled stare?
Showed it contention when none was there?
In those first rays, they laughed, none cared.
Shining like beacons from nowhere.
So, where did it come from?
That darkness arising from thin air.
Let things be forgotten with the rising sun.
Confessing eternity, measuring the fair.
Accomplished to reveal forgiveness alone?
Be a hilltop green or the mighty lone stone!
Performing in majesty, in dance and song.
So where did it come, all along?
To walk and glorify our once privileged few.
To break down eternity in honor of you.
Falling against time, that was just a cue.
Scribble it boldly, then leave the clues.
A.o.R.
