Mystic Madness

I feel the winds scream through my head,
I feel the fire rip through my veins,
Shimmering madness breathes through me,
And the Gods speak to my soul.

My heart is thorn-filled and in pain,
My body drags down to the soil
And spirit like a soaring bird
Departs to know the pulsing Sun.

Enraptured in the world above I lie,
And waves beat through my brain
And beaming light pierces my eyes
To show the Gods of the world above.

In silent-whispering, aching night
The Gods below sing shadows into life,
And while the dew flowers my face
They commune within my soul.

I have gone through the doors of the Sun
And into blackest Night-dreams,
I have met the Gods above me,
And seen the Gods below,

The elements yet speak to me
With a knowledge from the Divine
And waking world shines with new beauty:
Divine breath of the maddened vision.