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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.