The Light Of Babylon

Oh, how we long for the light of Babylon

We pray and we yearn for it to descend upon

Hoping for these times of material nonsense

To be drenched in the beauty of the ancients

The days soaked in the innocence of Eden

Claw at our souls with a heat not forgiven

That torch which sets our hearts alight

We quietly pine for each day and night

Yet among the rubble of today's creation

Buried deep under society's rejection

There lie the embers of the holy flame

Ready, as always, to be reclaimed

The vast chasm of our material soul

May feel an infinity from being whole

But deep beneath the truth and lies

There stirs a spirit which never dies

Silent, unnoticed yet ever present

It whispers to us that we need not lament

For that seemingly small invisible spark

Is a raging inferno breaking free from the dark

The clamouring of crooked neighbours and traffic

Becomes at once so regal and ecstatic

A monotonous beep of the checkout till

Becomes a sound so heavenly it does reveal

The empty words of friends and foes

Become lit with the undying luminous

Unjust pressures of a sunk society

Have no more forbearing on if we are free

The tears which we so helplessly cry

Become the rivers into which we can die

And endless fragmented unconscious patterns

Light up our beings like blazing lanterns

The plants and animals needlessly slaughtered

Give this inner light a reason to be furthered

Through the decaying and rotten societal corpse

Shines the light from which our souls feel divorced

To those who cry that Babylon is dead

I say their fragile hearts and minds misled

The echoes of a distant illumined past

Thunder in each heartbeat vibrantly unmasked

The light of Babylon shines as bright as can be

Declaring its presence for all to see

The once mourned and forgotten holy empire

Bursts through our being as heavenly fire