We Pass Through...

We pass through these houses Like ghosts in slow motion. We were here before, At the birth of Creation. We were here before, when The colours and signs collided We were here before, when Angels blessed all the rooms. We were here when Love Eventually dissolved; when The anointed ones were arrested And then suddenly disappeared. Now, in silence, we observe The shadows on the walls Now the moon and stars Are hidden from view And the light is dwindling At the centre of things. We pass through this world Like strangers without a guide.