There will come the time

There will come the time when people shall find the answer
To the eternal silently uttered questions,
And that answer will be modest and neat,
It will have the simplicity of home-kneaded bread
And the smell of the rose-bay flowers in the dark.
There will come the day when the storm will be over
And the spectrum will sign a brand new agreement
For all who may adhere, high above in the sky,
A new beginning, in ecstatic contemplation.
All the blessed creatures of the Earth
Will rejoice and sing the songs of the Unspoken
For the silence will mutter all the living sounds
And will create the subtle melody of Chaos.
Down the rivers the chants of the witches will flow
Baptizing the awakening world with blood and honey,
Welcoming a new eternity.


SL