Tag: Introspective Poetry

The Sun & I

See also: We, the Sun & I | Full Album and Poetry by Simon J. E. Drew When I rise in the darkness before the dawn, When I sit on a rock at the edge of a vast ocean that calls me,When I feel the sand washing away beneath my feet,When the crashing waves fill my heart […]

We

See also: We, the Sun & I | Full Album and Poetry by Simon J. E. Drew We look out, and we are looked upon.But always we. We see, and we are seen.But always we. We search, and we are searched.But always we.We find, and we are found.But always we.We listen, and we are listened to.But always […]

Our Home on the Sand

See also: Our Home on the Sand | Full Album by Simon J. E. Drew I am the eye that looksout on THE ONE.  I am the mother who loves.I am the child who is loved. I am the father who protects.I am they who are protected. I am the sun that risesand the stars […]

As Giants Sleep

See also: Pairidaēza Suite | Full Album & Poetry by Simon J. E. Drew Into darkness I settle As the ocean depths swell,Surrounded, yet cornered By creatures that dwell…  A terrible visionNow fills me with fear,For the fate of my people,Before me, appears…  What a horrid behemothMankind has become,For they’ve mocked what is perfect And, to evil, succumbed. […]

To the Distant Hills

See also: Pairidaēza Suite | Full Album & Poetry by Simon J. E. Drew The conscious being explores the garden which he sees, and when he has reached the limits of his exploration, he journeys to the distant hills of his own soul, even that he may explore the garden which he does not see. 

I Eat the Fruit

See also: Pairidaēza Suite | Full Album & Poetry by Simon J. E. Drew I eat the fruit that growethIn the middle of the garden—The fruit that is forbidden—Hoping God, my soul, will pardon, For I have heard sweet whispersThat such fruit can bend the mind,Giving wisdom to young poetsWho would seek, in hope to […]

The Skies of Winter

The Skies of Winter I love the skies of winter, So honest, crisp, and clear,And better yet are skies of JuneThan other times of year.  For they reflect the sun and earthWith mastery, truth, and care, Painting vivid strokes of red and goldThroughout the silent air. I love the clouds of winter,They seem so light and free,They […]