Mother

Oh Mother, tell me why I should not weep?
Why my eyes bleed tears for eons lost in sleep?
Why my heart tells secrets my lips dare not speak?
Why my Left seeks treasures my Right dare not seek?
In the nights darkest shroud, tell me mother
Which angles hear my cries?
Which black demon hears my lies?
While I sleep on thorns that you did not see,
Mother, tell me why I should not weep

Oh mother tell me how to sleep this night,
AS I lay restless, tell me how to rest this night?
When I close my eyes why must I see My lowest plight?
Which Excalibur of light can smite such beasts?
Which swift stallion will bare my deeds?
Which mighty shield can vanquish my own reflection?
Which veil can cloak my self-deception?
Oh tell me mother, how to sleep this night,
how to close my eyes and see no fright.

Oh mother, tell me how to fight this fight?
I tried but fell, but how do I sail this tide?
How do I traverse this darkest storm?
When the masts are bones, Of my very own?
As I fumble in thunder for rotting oars
That can take me to soft seas and golden shores
glowing pearls and treasures galore
But when clouds of deceit come raging
with the howling winds of greed come racing
and the crystal water turns to poison
Tell me Mother how to sail this sea?

Oh mother, tell me once again how to breathe?
My lungs be blackened my tar I did not smoke
And my back hunched over like aged oak
And coated with venom I did not see
Tell me, Mother, where water fountains of light may be
For I fear this drink of life be the sweetest poison of the devils tree
Where are those streams running pure and emerald valleys
and the sky painted azure?
Where are those Moons gilded with silver, and skies ordained with Pearls?
Saturn's rings full of gems and soil scented with Myrrh?
Upon which branch grow fruits lest they ferment, and where that rose with perpetual blossom?
Cities made of gold and silver and splendour like that of King Solomon?
Tell me Mother for , for I do not see.
tell mother for I cannot breathe.

Tell me Mother how to Love again?
I fear my friends spit venom like Ophidians
They twist and spite like Hades' curse
and swoop and pluck like a Vultures hearth
Yet, I long for love as pure as yours,
Like how you taught me how to tie my lace,
how you shared your blood and bestowed your grace,
Like how you dried my tears in your warm embrace
How you cloaked me from shadows from which I trembled
And kept me warm from the cold cut lips of lying heralds

Tell me mother what is love?
Is it like the air which no Man see?
And only felt by those who feels its brush on a summers breeze?
Whilst others feel it biting gale whilst riding the seven seas?
Or does it sweetness last
only whilst passing scented gardens and emerald trees
whilst blowing foul,
as it swoops upon graveyards filled with stagnant deeds?

Is it like that soaring falcon so seemingly free,
Until the blazing winds of Fate bite and scatter its Destiny?
Or is it like that cub, still learning how to roar and run?
WHile its Father must leave the Pride, only for Vulters to smite his young?
Yet that cub must learn how to leave his den, For only then,
from battled scars and wounded paws, and bloodied lips
will he earn his mane for even Goats have beards like his.

Tell me Mother, what is love?
Is it like the Sun and Moon?
Engaged in Natures dance for the rest of Time?
One glows gently in the others darkness?
While the other shines ablaze at the others brightness?
The two separated by the seeds of Fate, sown in the heavens above
forever enslaved in a serenade for the stars.

Or is it like the Sun and Moon?
Those red rubies and pearls in the sky?
Look how they glide across midnights canvas asunder
Yet only show half their face to each other
One guides mankind with its soaring Light,
while the other grows jealous, and fades away in the night
Leading Seeker astray this blackest of night

Oh Mother, tell me why I should not weep?
Why my eyes bleed tears for eons lost in sleep?
In the nights darkest shroud, tell me mother
Which angles hear my cries?
While I sleep on thorns that you did not see,
Mother, tell me why I should not weep

Nay my child, don't cry this Night,
If hell pours down washed with Gods black tears,
don't cry my child ,not this Night,
If roads crumble, and the Earths rip open with pain long gone,
don't cry my child, not this night,
If love's serpent strike with heartless spears of plight
don't cry my child, not this Night,
If death himself offered you his breath on the graves for the ones you wept ,
don't cry my child, not this Night,
if She gave you a throne of bones of kings long gone,
in palace of darkness in a place where once Freedom shone,
don't cry my Child, not this Night,
If Satan stole your soul and gave you the wings of mankind,
so you can soar to palaces in the sky
don't cry my child, not this Night

Don't cry My child, if darkness swoops and the snakes of solitude bite,
Fear not
For in darkness the Moon shall guide us
And then Sun shall rise and stars will shine,
And streams shall flow and grass will grow
And that trail you sought between infinity and darkness
shall glow like the still sea under a full moon
Because His Path shall guide us,
And His wings shall part Sea's for us
For the Kings Throne rules far more then the skies,
above you or I