The Master's Return

Ripe blossoms sprang forth
In the mind of the servant
Loyal, only to the memory of righteousness
And before long, were rejected by the marauders
of the vast deserts of time
Blink, simply, is all that worked for that mind
intolerant to the conniving, capricious seeds
of treachery
Faith, above all else
elevated the slave
to the likes of far beyond his kind
and flickered along the lanes
of experience
and of time


Alone, I seek to know
The Wilderness that courses
in search of an anchor, through my veins
But today, I realize
We come alone
and we dance alone
To the tunes of vast, wild eternity
and far,
far behind.