The Veil, Blue

Rebel thread, alive and twisting,
Innocent, pure, blunt, assisting
Eager, empty surface dwellers
Locks on doors in darkened cellars

Invited, blind, deaf, not dumb
The guest unveils knowledge from
Halls of wisdom long departed
New ideas yet uncharted

Screaming through the calloused walls
Listen! Follow! Heed the call!
Soothing, smoothing, silky voices
Devoted to another’s choices

Secrets storm the loamy ground
Planting seeds inside the mounds
Of hopeful, unattended soil
Magic promised for their toil

Step outside the gloomy woods
Home to wails of should and could
Choose instead the open road
Face the years, the heavy load

Life, the guru at the gate
Offering your gift of fate
Take your place among the stones
Chiseled from your weary bones

Rest, revive, receive, restore
Forget the hardened, ice-cold floor
Bodies have no purpose here
Nor worry, anger, dread or fear

And when the voices cease to call
The mind, a grand and open hall
Freedom speaks a clear, bell tone
Beckoning the soul, come home

But wait, don’t leave the vessel bare
Reach in, around, behind the flare
Know death before you travel through
The gates of life, the veil, Blue