John Axel
While oscilating
Between Heaven and Earth
This poet's soul
Paints a personal portrait
With words
Serving the spirit
Is this poet's code
To wash the lettered mind
Clean
While oscilating
Between Heaven and Earth
This poet's soul
Paints a personal portrait
With words
Serving the spirit
Is this poet's code
To wash the lettered mind
Clean
“Upon a day”
The digging path
Long after the crowd
They sought aside
Walking to the gate
Yet to come
Many deeds
Shall perform
The world still
Joy and laughter
Let us go
Springing
With the past
Descending
To the valley
In song
Banished sleep greets
The sun
And tender grapes
Before us
We follow
The summit
Molten gold shown
The plane
Outstretched the earth
Hemmed streams
With silver
Edges in truth
Fair upon
Beyond beheld
Desire
Indeed
Choice shall come
Ruled faces
Masked in scepter
And sword
My face
Shall not be masked
In peace
And in fear
Earth is blinded
Unto thee
Son of Man