Poems of Narad

From the Ashes of Our Sorrow

Now far from those with whom I share the quest
In a solitary scene I pace the days
And wander in a state of soul unrest
Uncertain in a dull and gathering haze.

It seems the spirit cannot overcome
The human heart's propensity for grief
For all the mental faculties are numb
And I founder on a godforsaken reef.

Although safe passage looms the will is weak
The exit wounds of centuries I feel
From arrogant unconsciousness to meek
Subservience upon my being's seal.

I have seen the great sarcophagi of kings
In darkened naves where stained glass marries dust,
In the great cathedral solitary rings
The silver bell among the few who trust

As I, aware that darkest night must flee
When on the far horizon of the morn
The light returns that is or destiny
From the ashes of our sorrow rise reborn.