The second part of Tim's epic poem below. Enjoy!
Is it you who dances so freely in the moonlight?
Is it your hands that caress my naked truth?
Is it our hearts that split amidst simple reason?
Is it our child we hold above the emotional precipice of calamity?
And who will catch us in our fall?
Who will hold us tight to earthen breast?
Whilst we cry the tears of the madness clowns
The ones who laugh at love
and who destroy the safety balms
whilst the hell fires roar
and we gaze upon
the needlessly slaughtered lamb
of our petrified innocence.
This is the stream
that carries the water of life
and these are the winds that blow soft love
through fearful hearts
And this is the earth
upon which I lay
As we stoked the fires
of creation play
As yours is the womb
of our unborn child
When tomorrow reveals its chaotic rhymes
And so where is the path that takes us home?
Where is the valley
where pure truth stands alone?
And how will we know it when we arrive?
And which journey is to become my sacred bride?
Upon whose breath shall I pour my wine?
When the unknown lives
beyond all time