Gibran And The Raven

It's mysticism redefined in a sensibility

Conjurer, dark's carrier---
symbol's undertaker. 
Poets have spied upon you,
unleashing your symbolic mask
as an altar hovering with death.
Speak no more, the human's 
language.
Breathe easy bird 
as you float subterranean wings--
heeding GOD's calling.
Lonely alone, 
misunderstood by the ages--
Voices of poetry chanting, 
fear, death and mystery's
blind alley.
"There you are now said God."
"Go feed my prophet,
who is hungry, 
who has withstood 
the desert of knowing."