In darkness is light

The memories in the flood,
Of languages never spoken,
Within the shimmering pools of light,
This dream from within beckons;

And time may spin deep,
Though the sun will stop,
Never shall you now seek,
This lie that I behold;

Life begets mystery,
And stories untold,
Look the farthest that you can,
For such truth lies within;

Across centuries and lives,
Of those great and small that have passed, and are yet to arrive,
This vial falls out of our hands tonight,
And so our visions collide;

When misery and wonder come together,
Peering into your soul to find the key,
Come forth now, o sordid mind,
It’s time to end our journey.

About StrandedMike

Just trying to find my place in and on this potpourri of culture, language, and geography called Earth.

Posted on August 19, 2010, in Thoughts and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Like your work in pictures and words as well. Havent been thru all of ur posts but Scotland looks as picturesque as I would have seen it

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