Goblet

You drink from the goblet that refills itself
And stare at the jar that’s on top of the shelf
The things that send shivers down your spine
A bundle of remembrance on which to dine
And in yesterday’s hour did you see the light
From the comfortable darkness, the internal fight
Becoming is not simple, for it causes Us pain
But it is all in the waiting for the chilling of the rain
Just wait for the night, for the gleaming hall
For the deadly love, the masquerade ball
In which you find it, the thing you desire
The spark that will light your unlit fire
And then you can’t do it, you cannot become
You cannot experience, the thud of the drum
That calls you to order, of where you find heat
And passion that rolls to the drums timely beat
No laughing or pretending, just passion of the hour
Like the patience of a blooming flower
And in four seconds, no, now it is three
We become one with Divine and the Sea