Silhouetted
layers of the presence
Prismed in the
consciousness
Captures the
aura - thawed and
Mimed, revered,
and honoured.
In the world
known only to thyself,
Away from the
realm of human
Understanding,
thou shall try to
Redeem thyself
through words.
The words shall
be consumed;
To the known,
the unknown
Shall decipher
the aura than
The words. With
the words,
Thou shall
believe in joining
The league; the
blind, being
Part of the
league, shall never
Understand the
stream.
The unknown
still whispers
To let the night
warble aloud.
In solitude, the
music is heard
By the
inquisitive observant,
Ever in the
quest to listen to the
Melody, away
from the realm
Of human
understanding -
A niche to the
arcane heart
Blossoming to
inhale the fragrance
Of the forest,
living a heavens
Life away from
the crescendo.