Chasms of a Broken Land

Chasms of confusion cracked open wide
like vaults of mysteries and raining surprise,
unleashing torrents of palpable pain
within the soul that has nothing to gain
and nothing to lose — a somber truth
while drinking deep from the fountain of youth

with a careless air
and a wanton breeze
‘til the heavens tear
and the fires freeze —

How long until forever fades?

Alas! the night has turned to day!

How far until the soul can rest?

At least one more and ten more steps!

A home not far beyond the trees,
where shrouded leaves will change to sky,
and finally the soul can see
a lifting fog and a sparkling mist
with bated breath and a naked eye:
witnessing heaven and earth’s first kiss,
a sight unlike any figment of man,
while tears of joy as the chasms cry
burst forth and heal the broken land.