Quest For The Grail

I have put myself together With pieces of gold dust The centuries of dying mothers and fathers Shedding in blood and tears The wasted heart of what had gone through me Before like A sword that wouldn't answer to reason. I lift you up Fallen friends in forgotten fields Give you my voice to hear The calling of the rain We breathe together We understand each other now I take your hands' bloodied, crusted fingers And hold them with a kiss To the hollows of my breast. At last, I see the image in the mirror is Mine own The haunt of my youth melted in shadow The dark pupil of the eye opening Light beleaguered in unknown galaxies Moving Farther and farther and farther Away. ~ Laurence Overmire