Surely the LORD is in this place, and I was not aware of it.
A friend loves at all times.
Jacob’s ladder has been buried beneath the earth
angels now traverse up and down to the surface
where you lay your head as you dream your sleep
black and vacant death remain your memories deep
where the God created into flesh and into blood
planets singing their sweet making to the dove
But we also threw Plato into a philosopher’s cave
sacred mysteries buried in mocking fear and decay
for dreams do give birth to what the animals desire
and Cupid’s arrows will never to Augustus aspire
for Love is the only Good there is of your divine
not inspiring longing lies, but only what is thine