Behold

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2021/09/27/behold/ Those eyes cursed me with their benevolent beam And when the sunset stars are glistening They raise me to the endless light And when they stare I see tonight. Upon the slumber of my dome Does the wanderer ever roam And under stars affixed to gaze They never seek to rule with praise. The blades of wisdom grazed anew For under feet of wandering muse The Earthly one give forth the life The newborn Sun plant seeds with light. The fluid slithering between the veins And too it seeks to quench the brain But if by greed and withered patience Then be all an end to cadence. Within the gracious mind so ripe A wisdom seldom shared so bright And furthermore the heart’s true mold Amidst the eyes of wise, behold.