Saturday, January 29, 2011

Through a Narrow Groove

Let me define the undefined sensations
Let me make known the unknown formations

A light shines through my heart
A wave of awe enraptures my being

As I take a walk among the wild flowers
In the dark, lonely hours of a lax evening

I sit down among nature's wonders
Pen in my hand, gravid feeling in my heart

I wait for the doors of emptiness to open
For soft whisperings in my ears to be spoken

The swaying tree says something to me
The posing nightingale sings to my soul

What offerings shall I make
To thy elysian majesty?

What decrepit words shall I devote
To thy ambrosial beauty?

I'm too full of thy fullness!
I'm too rich from thy richness!

To move my teeming pen
To describe thee with words of men
Never seemed so useless as on this day


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