The Holy Grail of Life

We aim at the stars in heaven
While the sin below grows to seven

In theory we learn to maneuver
But fail to see the primal mover

When struck by the drums of dawn
We know the masterpiece been drawn

An image from the hidden secret parts
And food from God to open hearts

For now we see in a mirror dark
But then, it will shine and spark

Copyright © 2015 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved

Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2015-04-09 at 23:49

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Göran Gustafsson
Since the last comment I've changed the word Art to Life

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes that has explained it more. The birth of art. Nice.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. It reads like an intro to good heavy metal song. I was waiting for the guitars to blare.