The Upright Road

Great path-revealer
pluck out one of your million eyes
and place it like a kiss upon my brow
beholding with your godly vision
even if for a fleeting moment
will unlock the shackles that hold me down

By the heat of celestial fire
raining down from the silver lips
the brew of remembrance boils
in the cauldron upturned

Luminaries most high
with the mirror in my soul your rays align
turn me into a beacon that lights up the night

Majesties of old
I smash my mask against the altar stone
and fashion from the shards another to match your own

An opened book of timeless sorcery
is the jewelled dome arching above me
in the presence of such wonders
no blasphemy would be more grave
than a heart unopened and sight self-restrained

By the heat of terrestrial fire
rising up to the crimson lips
the seed of reverence enters
the blood-cup upturned