Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Totality

Walking in the whispering wood
Past the fallen leaves
A boundless mist upon the mood
Settles unbereaved

Brushing past the moonlit trees
I came upon a clearing
And then I sank upon my knees
Filled with awful yearning

For dancing stars above the night
And vasty spirits beyond my sight
And knowledge, for which no man knows
But yet strives still, long and slow.

2 comments:

Mythical said...

Kind of a peculiar cross between 'The Tempest' and 'The Raven'. Shakespeare and Poe? *shudder*

The Arbiter said...

"I can call spirits from the vasty deep."