Crave the Glory
I crave the glory in the glow of
your eyes as you finger through
the pages, reading to the faint
light of a lit candle
-- flaming righteously
fresh unquestioning naivete
I've lost and can never reach
-- beyond rediscovery.
I can only look into your
eyes and remember what I lost
in searching
but I can not remember
my justification in believing.
I crave to approach the altar
and drink the blood and feed
on the life.
-- but I'd be struck down
in my human indignity
unknowing naivete
--my craving sin.