The veil, composed on 18 August, 2011.

I stand before a veil of white,

Which never torn has ever been.

Behind, the sky is blackest night,

The only thing my soul has seen.

I pause, and look for others’ tracks,

I turn and wander, gather facts,

I wish to find comforting packs

Of strangers, upon whom to lean.

But nought confronts; before, behind,

The black and white is all I see.

Absence and vacuum fill my mind,

But still I stand before the sea

Of light, so bright, assaults my eyes

While silent darkness fills my ears.

The lo, a voice, majestic prize,

Attacks my fears with truth and lies

And leads me o’er a shallow rise

To set me searching

Always searching

Searching for the mystic road.

The mystic road is golden paved

With rarely trodden precious stones

And when I saw it I felt saved

Despite the face I was alone.

Upon the path I stood erect

And turned to face the white-washed veil.

Cocksure of my triumph’s aspect

And thinking it was heaven sent,

But short I stood before I saw

The road before me stretch’d ever on

And I was but a manling, small.

Small

                                    And alone.