I said to God, "I'm lost"

How I miss the still waters
The quiet, the serenity, the stillness
All is peaceful and calm

You were there, peering
at the lake's reflection
staring at your own soul

Little do you know
God is watching you
and you wonder why?

And he said,
"Don't you marvel at the power of spirit?"

You said in wit,
"I'm not sure. Ask my guide. Maybe he has the answer. Or she has my mind. How can I wield the power of light in my hands to do what is right?"

God said,
"Ask."

I said,
"I forgotten how to ask."

God said,
"Do you know the standard of prayer?"

"What should I do? Pray for a message, a sign? I'm lost."

The Twilight of the Gods

Burnt out, can't speak
Music speaks for me
The endless tears of the notes
fall upon my heart

In ruin, and wretched
I grieve of my heavenly throne
in the Kingdom
Mercy upon the poor
and all those who sing praise
of the Lord's prince

O muse, sing the requiem for me
for my beautiful homeland

Where the cherubs sing
And the serpents sings the prophecy
The wolves howled
I closed my eyes
and dream
of the Twilight of the Gods