Questioning God

Again I polymerize with the divine ecstasy of my mystery
The superb wisdom of which Aurora knew not
The fantastic beauty which Venus had never visioned
The ancient sleekness which escaped the grasps of Hebe

Still oh Sun,
God of many fainted eyes gone by
Answer my unholy call
Bestead my fixed mind
The uncouth solution won't be grave nor frolic
Announce this as my infidelity to Morpheus' mirth,
If you may

Oh Triton,
With all the powers you possess over the deep blue sea
Answer my unholy call
Bestead my fixed mind
What are the delusive hopes of the plankton that lies deep below

Cynthia,
Please my emotions which outflow…unaware
Why does the full moon make me grim and pale

Museus,
With all the wisdom and the rhythm you own
Tell me the answer to the phoenix riddle

Philomel,
As you sing most melodiously all the mysteries
Besides my tale…and unsettling scene
I question the Higher Powers and The Only Authority
For all luck fails with the minor Gods and Goddesses

I question you oh God, The sole entity in which I believe
And you answer in a silence most depressing
Where is the essence of the joys in which I choose to live
The answer who's questions provoke my thoughts
The truths which will richly delight me
Without which I am unwhole
Your silent reply questions me of my fidelity,
Of my faith

What can I do?
Wherever my suspicious eye settles
It spots troubles
And invokes in me a mysterious fear
As if part of an unknown dream
From a deep sleep of long ago

What do I do?
My versatile thought comes back again
Once more to hidden meanings I wish to unveil
And I keep questioning more…

Oh Pluto,
Of all that lies below, I admit that you know more
But why did you condition Orpheus
The conditioning grew within him curiosity
It was natural, as far as I understand
So, oh undead God of the Underworld
Answer my unholy call
Orpheus met his demise
How much of it was your part?

Oh Mars,
Under whose aggressive impulse I have been oppressed
Ye controls me as a ram, above which Ariêtes flies
I also wish to see the victory
Of the countless battles
The victory I've bestowed to those below

Stop! Stop it I say to my soul
Whose hunger grows with every answer I can't implore
For the mysteries won't be mysteries anymore
As the lights turn white
As I depart into a different realm
Away from the unthankful earthlings

So oh Me,
If patience isn't your virtue
Cut your veins and let the blood flow
Move into the delights you fantasized
And live in liberty for no end to come
If none,
At least have mercy on this poor spirit
And stop questioning for more

In mirth ye will live tomorrow
If you are thankful for the blessings
You live with today
But know,
Your questions shall remain
Till That day