Unconscious Force

My attention adrift on narrow roads
an unseen wind decides.
In a candle flicker I hear a whisper
of an incoming tide.

Old memories I see - my hand upon
the wheel.
Incense - The Word - The Icons.
In buried echoes I start to feel

Did I choose where my eyes did rest?
The truth my mind eyes see?
Beneath the smoke and fire light
there moves a darker kind of sea.

Father speaks of sacred hearts
a guarding inward door.
A prayer on incense slowly climbs
and restless thoughts - they are no more.