A Pilgrim

A Pilgrim (A song for 'Dia') I come here at night's edge, This parlour of hidden shadows Questing for Some measure of solace From the bible black grind Of mundane despair. She is wearing white, Tonight, My Magdalene My source of wonderment, Thunder child Storm raven My crucible of momentary Eden We are all searchers in the end All weary marchers Down the long winding road From the cradle to the grave Lovers poets fighters and slaves Lords at midsummer Winter's bedraggled paupers God you are even more beautiful then I recall The Raven woman Speaks in tongues Many faced Multifaceted Her magpie soul Joyfully treacherous Am I the fool Prowling after true love In this tangle of thorns Where carrion children Play and frolick Over the bones Of heroes fallen And hope forlorn? Tonight the storm child  Is screaming My heart pounds a battle song My soul sings the dirge Of princes Bereft of kingdom and country  Queen and cause. What have we come to my brothers?  I love this sweetly rotting humanity This slowly withering dream That aspires to utopia But falls short on emotion. I am the lost soul No harbour no anchor No star to navigate by drifter storm tossed My back has been broken My spirit quelled The poet in me muted Dead in life Diminished. Valletta City of a thousand echoes City of heroes In the dead of night Streets  are silent Empty, pristine Clean In a fractured sort of way So perilous as to Chill the clear heart And scar The unready soul And her name Is mystery Wherein lies her power!  Carlos