By Michael Pollick phaedrus65@hotmail.com
Date: 30 July 1999

Gate Knowledge

          This is where the desperate stitches begin to take hold - 
                  In the wary edges of unproven cloth; 
              In the delicate fears of virtuous women, 
                      In the fevered robes of noble soldiers. 

          She is perhaps so much more blasphemous than we should allow - 
          She finds her warmth in a sun far removed from our own - 
          She trims her plaintive lamps in a selfless pool of certain oil - 
          (She carries her purple well.) 

          I had no choice but to love this uncharted island dreamer song - 
          I was known at the gates of an alien Jerusalem, 
                        the soulless destination of unprovable men; 
          I was a sailmaker searching for a comforting wind, 
          I was a proud man searching for everything but pride. 

          Now these are the hands that pull me back from myself, 
          Now this is the heart that forces its way into my own; 
          Now these are the eyes that see only the harbor, 

          Now this is the woman who moved Solomon's pen for him...