A cry in the dark

A cry in the dark room of old A heart tempered in the cold Searching for the right hand of the Lord Purple fabrics in the higher throne Who sits in it remains unknown Illumination illustrated in a lone While pages remain telling the story of a stone Crystal blue amplifying royalty of a borne In context of locking my heart in security of strength While my mind moving in patterns of intersections Unexplainable words of redemption Detention on finding reasons of progression Smile and don't die alive Keep your sense of humour And seek the doors of a forward direction Angles in the progressive motion Art the redeemer Art the revealer It whisper the talk It lingers in existence And promotes a good sense