The Undiscovered Country
She thought herself barren and scorched to the bitter end
Like the quicksilver wouldn’t flow, nor the flame would yield and bend
She became like dust and ash swirling in a void of streaming senses
They'd gone; she was set adrift, floating on a still black sea intense.
The Mistress was left bereft, nothing but starched White Noise
Where had all her play things gone? Her toys?
Everywhere had become a scene of shifting shadows, black white and grey
It was forever an ocean of yesterdays, tomorrows and the endless today.
Was this the work of Zeus gone awry or The Sorcerer’s gift?
Without or within, where is the epicentre of that constant shift?
The mind points southward to the heart’s malaise
There came a deep thunderous rumble in the distant haze
Lightning struck the forests in the midst of the night
Out popped the eyes a wandering and all shining bright
Sparks bit into the furnace of her desires
Flames kissed, hissed and crackled. She felt inspired.
Walls shattered, rooftops blew off and the light shone in.
Finally, finally, she could see with an artisan's crystal eye and begin.
Halcyon flew down to his Mistress and sat upon her head
He blinded her eyes, clothed her ears and there made himself a bed
So, to engrave his wit of the kindling kind
With a puff he blew out the dust to create a mind; refined.
T'was as if Minerva and Persephone had melted and entwined
If only the inward eye could make fashion and passion the ink and the visions combined!
Sweet elixirs of blues, reds and greens he nestles upon her crown
Such a kaleidoscopic landscape only a carousing fool would claim their own
Coursing through her veins he shot liquid gold and silver that he'd blown
Its tincture seemed to almost brush her very marrowbone.
Only then would they come in numbers of ten thousand; no more!
When she lifted her mind to the stars and swept up stardust from Nirvana's floor
Could she leave that mortal coil and enter Athena's pleasure dome
And discover therein the changeling that makes Liberty their home.
She at once lifted her inner eye to the forgotten land
And touched the undiscovered country where it would always stand
She sunk into Chimera’s harvest and wandered the corridors.
Here lies a place with no nadir, zenith or horizon, not even windows, doors or floors.
This faceless, mystical stranger she clung to her breast to become an instant friend
For in her heart she knew it would all too rapidly come to an end.
With that super-natural creature she’d slipped into a another space,
Where the great mystery wore an altogether different virgin’s face.
With materials so poor to attempt to meet the visceral core to the point
And with already distant echoes, the silent mystery it does attempt to anoint
It could not leave a stain up the brain. All this is done in the twinkling of an eye.
To then set to making what can only be a poor imitation with the dye!
She knew she should muster her courage and dive into the sublime,
Because she knew she’d already been kissed at least once by Old Father Time.
The heavy heart knew dawn would break and they’d fly back and all would be the same
And nothing but walls and shadows; black white and grey would remain.
She thought herself barren and scorched to the bitter end
Like the quicksilver wouldn’t flow, nor the flame would yield and bend
She became like dust and ash swirling in a void of streaming senses
They'd gone; she was set adrift, floating on a still black sea intense.
The Mistress was left bereft, nothing but starched White Noise
Where had all her play things gone? Her toys?
Everywhere had become a scene of shifting shadows, black white and grey
It was forever an ocean of yesterdays, tomorrows and the endless today.
Was this the work of Zeus gone awry or The Sorcerer’s gift?
Without or within, where is the epicentre of that constant shift?
The mind points southward to the heart’s malaise
There came a deep thunderous rumble in the distant haze
Lightning struck the forests in the midst of the night
Out popped the eyes a wandering and all shining bright
Sparks bit into the furnace of her desires
Flames kissed, hissed and crackled. She felt inspired.
Walls shattered, rooftops blew off and the light shone in.
Finally, finally, she could see with an artisan's crystal eye and begin.
Halcyon flew down to his Mistress and sat upon her head
He blinded her eyes, clothed her ears and there made himself a bed
So, to engrave his wit of the kindling kind
With a puff he blew out the dust to create a mind; refined.
T'was as if Minerva and Persephone had melted and entwined
If only the inward eye could make fashion and passion the ink and the visions combined!
Sweet elixirs of blues, reds and greens he nestles upon her crown
Such a kaleidoscopic landscape only a carousing fool would claim their own
Coursing through her veins he shot liquid gold and silver that he'd blown
Its tincture seemed to almost brush her very marrowbone.
Only then would they come in numbers of ten thousand; no more!
When she lifted her mind to the stars and swept up stardust from Nirvana's floor
Could she leave that mortal coil and enter Athena's pleasure dome
And discover therein the changeling that makes Liberty their home.
She at once lifted her inner eye to the forgotten land
And touched the undiscovered country where it would always stand
She sunk into Chimera’s harvest and wandered the corridors.
Here lies a place with no nadir, zenith or horizon, not even windows, doors or floors.
This faceless, mystical stranger she clung to her breast to become an instant friend
For in her heart she knew it would all too rapidly come to an end.
With that super-natural creature she’d slipped into a another space,
Where the great mystery wore an altogether different virgin’s face.
With materials so poor to attempt to meet the visceral core to the point
And with already distant echoes, the silent mystery it does attempt to anoint
It could not leave a stain up the brain. All this is done in the twinkling of an eye.
To then set to making what can only be a poor imitation with the dye!
She knew she should muster her courage and dive into the sublime,
Because she knew she’d already been kissed at least once by Old Father Time.
The heavy heart knew dawn would break and they’d fly back and all would be the same
And nothing but walls and shadows; black white and grey would remain.
