All a window allows
Is the light of some unknown source
To illuminate a deep
Unsettling darkness
Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
So long as the people cried
They lived in their fears
They lived with their losses
Bemoaning the fate
Which had befallen them
Paralyzed with grief
I set down roots
On which to stand
There hold on dear
Draw in the land
Moments within moments
Scenes within scenes
Lives in the midst of living
If only I take
The time to look
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts