So, I've been on a bit of a sojourn around the country, leaving me with limited internet access, but I'm back now, and will hopefully be updating this blog on a more regular basis. One up side to all the travel has been gaining the perspective (literally, the last stanza is the result of staring into a beautiful night sky and trying to see the stars in perspective instead of flat) to finish a poem I've been working on for a month or two. Enjoy!
Comprehension
Unbridled sea of raging waves,
Upon which peaceful vistas rest.
Immortal as the dying day,
A soul takes up it's coming test.
Who stands before the realm of power
And lifts the rock of wisdom high?
Who would seize that awful fate,
To cast the world, as if a die?
Yet one alone, the charge must take,
To history's final goal attain.
To tread upon an ancient path
This truth to shatter, yet retain.
What mortal flesh the light can stand,
What mind the symphony unfold,
But one who sees the sands of time,
And knows them as in thoughts of old.
Invictus, Excelsior, Caldazar,
Brave ring the cries of ancient days.
A song unsung yet ringing still,
Across eternal hidden ways.
Into the rift, into the void,
Into the heart which goes astray.
'till east is west and up is down,
And light and darkness interplay.
There is no rest, no passing friend,
No chance to husband might or will.
A razor's edge honed into fate,
And one such end a death so still.
Within the void that fills the sky
With eyes that see to distant suns
The mind must tread where angles dare
And travel till the journeys done.
Comprehension
Unbridled sea of raging waves,
Upon which peaceful vistas rest.
Immortal as the dying day,
A soul takes up it's coming test.
Who stands before the realm of power
And lifts the rock of wisdom high?
Who would seize that awful fate,
To cast the world, as if a die?
Yet one alone, the charge must take,
To history's final goal attain.
To tread upon an ancient path
This truth to shatter, yet retain.
What mortal flesh the light can stand,
What mind the symphony unfold,
But one who sees the sands of time,
And knows them as in thoughts of old.
Invictus, Excelsior, Caldazar,
Brave ring the cries of ancient days.
A song unsung yet ringing still,
Across eternal hidden ways.
Into the rift, into the void,
Into the heart which goes astray.
'till east is west and up is down,
And light and darkness interplay.
There is no rest, no passing friend,
No chance to husband might or will.
A razor's edge honed into fate,
And one such end a death so still.
Within the void that fills the sky
With eyes that see to distant suns
The mind must tread where angles dare
And travel till the journeys done.
