DILUVIAN EYE
Forgotten pathways once again familiar
The cave draws a path to its mouth
But the Orient has more poles than South
And five miles down I spelunk your maze
Thistles and fruit from trees depend
As whelmed I wade diluvian halls
Decrying exits of illusion, searching smooth walls
By touch I find the hoary iris window
Tumbling from that oculus to see and seen
Guarded and regarded by the desert cougar
On warm sand recumbent, triumphant in my surrender
Gazed upon and gazing, the eye between pearline pillars
Dark and moist are light and dry
Gold and silver gone, black and white
Are your headless standard’s colors bright
Lost, lost am I to your relentless tract and backward step
The forgotten pathway begs remembrance
But weaned too long I cannot be unborn again
To once again recurse the diluvian eye
Between the pillars of pearl and see another way
“Hey Mitch, what’s this poetry thing all about?” I want to collaborate with Blue Öyster Cult and I’m hoping the Öyster Boys will think this would make a good lyric.
Did you know I wrote a paranormal/mystery/romance book inspired by Blue Öyster Cult’s lyrical themes? Click here to download it here for free!
The cover to my book “Chatters on the Tide” inspired by the music of Blue Öyster Cult
Robert Mitchell Jr. 