Discover A New Perspective
Flames in my mind dance,
The truth; they are flaming
dance on in the night.
The sky christens my flame
Burning with the curse of man's shame;
for all our might and witless power,
who can there be but we to blame
The heart sings for pleasure
blind to all other measure,
but the soul craves that which does not speak
flame and water, the dams our souls do keep
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
