These Sacred Moments...

These sacred moments in time are aflame. The sorrows of the world are turned to ash. Nature's sweet melodies break through the cracks In the walls of tenebrous solitude. I dwell on the radiance of the Word, As I sculpt images from marble dreams. I'd like to create something complex, yet Something that's built on a simple structure. I'd like to compose work that is concise And precious like a modern psalm or hymn. Yet with a scope that's vast and intriguing Like a surreal symphony. Whatever Shape or form it takes, it has to transcend The narrow parameters set down by The current crop of myopic mandarins. And it has to outlast the whims and fancies Of this ever so predictable, Swollen, vainglorious generation.