You are awake
you dream the dreams
that lovers make
in daylight hours.
You haunt the city of worship
infiltrating the minds of the meek
You hover languidly o’er forgotten
relics in memory of those
who sought, yet seek no more
and those who fought too hard to see.
inside a labyrinth of fear illuminated
Your acceptance clears safe passage
to every exit and entrances those
who dare to tread deep waters.
How have you not busied
yourself with the mundane?
How have you suffered the foolish?
How you have enlightened us,
How you have sweetened our lips
with brine and vinegar.