ADRIFT
Welcome traveller, to my hearth
Where you may stay awhile and find
What you may find.
May I bring you peace, as you bring light.
A small gift I ask, a vision,
A moment of your forever, while you pause;
For the walls of my dwelling are shadows
And though you rest upon the certainty of my flesh
In the void of time my heart is adrift.
So tell me traveller, what you see here
Where I cannot see at all.
A mist? A gulf of flame? A meadow?
A working man? A king? A prophet?
What is my quest? Who is my guide and companion?
Am I cocooned in an eddy of four dimensions
Or riding cowboy on an avalanche of stars?
For only a moment traveller, you are real,
And so I ask,
While God forgets to draw his hand
Like a veil, across your face.
Thor, 1988