To Find My Soul

May 6, 2014

A strange light appeared upon the lake,

The steel-grey water rippling in the wind

Seemed to symbolize our darkened state.

We cannot see the golden rays behind

Sleet's flashing silver arrows that swiftly pierce

The tranquil beauty of the motherland.

I think of all the wars now raging on

Rampant greed and motives well concealed

Midst the sombre atmosphere of murky skies.

Phantasmagorical this world of men.

Are we more real than all this shifting scene

Who harvest kernels of truth in falsehood's fields?

I came for this, not more and nothing less,

To find my soul still hidden in ego's veils.