Heaven's Mystique

Teach me to cherish the end of all things
when breath grows shallow and eyes grow dim.

Lift fears to part skies that hide the heavens
if I am to be carried through stratospheres
into a midst of wisdom beyond comprehension.

What reigns within the vastness of stardust
that has born me unto its mystique
if not the keys to my query?

Shall I rise beyond all knowing
to embrace the hands
that lift the veil of mystery
my flesh has been bound to?

And if to rise, what be its purpose
outside the bones of spirituality?
 
Am I more than meager knowledge
or less than what eludes me to its end?

Where be the voice that haunts
my humanity...
my immorality...
my fears...
and my courage
if not out beyond the realm
that calls thought
into the brume of nightfall?

Am I but an eye for to see,
blind like an escapade of unknown,
or opulence like dawn
which brings peace and solitude
to an ever-drifting need?

Bare me now and I shall give back
what has been borrowed
to pay back what has been spent.

I’ve been too meager a stone,
headstrong, stood fast and faceless
before an eternity that renders me
paltry and blind.  

I see not the great partition,
nor division that leads to sight alone.
It is there you have dwelt
beyond sight...
beyond sound...
beyond reach...
impossibly small,
with no concept for my intuition.

It is here I have wept,
sitting in silence,
waiting, watching, wondering,
to find nothing but myself
lost to further inquiry as a broken bit
helpless, lonely and devoid.

Where be you then, great unknown,
if not within all things that lead me
into further peril of your stillness?

Where be you then???