The Voice of Solomon

 The Voice of Solomon 

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know

Something's last through all weathers

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Crossed only by souls who choose to step into a mythical endless river called 

The Great Confluent

To merge forever

Spinning between worlds

When their Great Wheel

No longer turns 

For all things are formed

Linked by a golden cosmic thread 

Stemming from Annwn 

The First World

To here

Abred 

Your World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

And then finally swallowed into Ceugant 

The Black Hole 

The Forever Land of Dreams

For Ceugant

The Forever Land of Dreams

Like a black hole

Must absorb the ebb and flow

Of all names

And creatures 

Filled up with hopes and desire

Lit up by millions of flames By midnight or midday lanterns 

As they steer their own wheel

Through the dark blue waters

Of all things that must feel

From Annwn 

The First World

The land of spirits and long night

Where they choose 

Who or what they'll love to be

The journey 

A roadmap of growth

Of darkness and light

Through love 

Pain and with a flame lit up by a fire

Summoned

And sealed by a Hippocratic oath

To here

Abred

Your

Now

Reborn on Earth

To try to find beauty

In all they see

Before they expire

And are freed from all forms of

Semantic Encoding

Pure as snow

They're born

Trying to walk clean through the dirt and hurt 

Of what they asked for in

Annwn 

The First World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

To be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

On how they steered

Their Great Wheel in Abred

Your now

By The Great Mother in Ceugant

The goddess and link 

Of all souls in her primordial sink

The Great In-Between 

Where all life returns

To kneel and be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

When their name

Lit up

By a single flame

Summoned and sealed by a whispered 

Hippocratic oath

No longer burns 

And their time steering their Great Wheel 

On Abred

No longer turns

How do you think you'll fare when looking into 

Argentum

The Silver Mirror

Before the Great Mother in Ceugant

Will you pray to return to Annwn

To plan a new roadmap

And be one of Abred's

Many students

Or will you accept your fate and step in the mythical river called 

The Great Confluent

And merge into something

That lasts through all weathers

Spinning forever like a comic weathervane

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Where there is no more pain?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Confluent:

Flowing or coming together.