Lighthouses

I. A Lighthouse Suite

Anthem of weary pastures

Vocalizing their sorrow and soul

A vacuum of the Jesus light

A void of the dawn

In trespass with a holy knife

We guide ourselves in shadow

The creed is dead on the scarlet head

A passion of the brightest one

Caress the fertile novice

The virgins march in shame

The reasons all are empty

For the cavern lost its song

Retain the ice approximate

With chariots in between

Under the stalagmite gallery

Stands the master of his archery

In exit we are of the past

With a darkening fate at the gate

And the maple taste grows sour

And the hours pass in the looking glass

II. Ace Rondeau 

Queens watch rotted ivory 

Wash away in the coral sea

The forest is chanting the icon

As the waters drift into siphon

The echo rises within me

The generator powers free

In quadlibets for radio tea

And the poisons lift from a python

Cascades of white noise waters

The torture of the absentee

Wraiths wander the varnish tree

As bitter taste rises as a triton

The willows dance in ritual horizon

Heretics parade with the bourgeoisie 

As the queens watch

III. Reprise

The killers awaken to the shrieks of dawn

The crucifixion upon the lawn

As Janus waits at the gates

The charisma sounds the monologues

And the poet in soliloquy 

Emotion clay sculpted as a man

The cadence echoes in the mindless crevice 

We run to televisions

To bow to our masters

The almighty image of song

The visual apotheosis

The contours and fanfares

The only love that cares

Gardens of the youthful gaze

In a daze by the harlequin haze

Region kings ford the mystic valley

The point at which we pray

To the illusion of gods

To the vision of reality

To the fiction of life