Spiritual

Neath common firmament doth truth stagger, 
Tips o' shiny doth poke the even' cloth. 
Audience God's steel and Robber's dagger, 
Gloomy tent fades up for the circus moth: 
Oh ne'er I see bark bright where the shadow beckons, 
As the blackened mist rolls between these tent poles. 
Audibly sighs the forest's darkness that now reckons 
Wolvely thieves may have their fun, pierce their holes. 
Discover a tapestry of stripes, the tent is a rainbow. 
Red,blue,yellow and even green wink from the heaven. 
Promise has been made and no water but fire shall mow 
The wheat of the black forest built by beastly men. 
Do not recoil those who meander and work the medow, 
The moon rises to find thee and leaves thee in light. 
Starry cloth sets alight as the morning takes flight, 
And the stairs to white clouds to you He shall show...

Circus of Shadow