SONGS OF BABYLON – POEM 2

YES, I’VE RETURNED FROM BABYLON

Yes, I’ve returned from Babylon

Across a clutching sea

From Babylon, from Babylon

But nothing can I see.

I sense a sense that I’ve come home

I sense that I am me

I sense a hurt in my spirit’s roam

That’s in my history.

And something says I’m not alone

That others accompany me

But nothing shall my hurt atone

For I shall silent be.

But in my swirling, in my soul

There is a grievous mystery

I cannot act to gain control

My darkness heeds no plea.

Yes, I’ve returned from Babylon

But saints mean naught to me

I feel not love for love has gone

And leaves thus me and he and she.