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.
