Percival's Promise

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance Streaming with incresent colours towards life Infinite within its parhelion possibilities Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets Encased within the chamber once laced Unto broken bricks of concretes chained Like Percivals plight.... Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved Until antinomy could devise no more; yet "If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?" Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of Hopes castaway possibilities.... Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Percival's Promise!?