It’s within those who have to leave,
And those in whom we trust
And those who do not believe
That we are more than piles of dust,
When all is said and done
And the furore scuttles down
Just like the ocean-setting sun
Throwing shade on hallowed ground
Where the future once unfurled
As if already now the past
And the memories we hurled
Part sage, part iconoclast
Into the darkest reaches
Of the furthest blackest pall
Until the sands of time beseeches:
Flow back, back to the cosmic thrall.
Sorceress of Light
O sorceress of light,
O queen of silhouette,
How your goddess rays excite
How the lumens dance and fret
Upon your solar waveform
In the bursting spectral swarm
Shoaling from your soul,
How your star will console
The agitated beings
Unshackled to the freeing
Of a beauty pure and fearless,
Just as yours is, peerless.
© Kosmogonic
The Dream, Kaleidoscopic
It is the dream, kaleidoscopic,
The upturned colours of the mind,
It is the infinite curving parabolic,
The grief of souls that were left behind,
It is plain fate in animation,
The spinning star of timeless light,
It is the cosmic machination,
The pulsing truth of creation’s might,
It is the memories lost deep in space,
The primal touchless past,
It is the defender of human grace,
The displaced fear, deep and vast,
It is the reminder of what is left,
The towering endless fire,
It is the comfort for all spirit, bereft,
The creation of a purpose, higher,
It is the nothing and it is the all,
The ceaseless ebbing tide,
It is the transcendence of the fall,
The edifice from which we cannot hide,
It is the music and it is the flow,
The quantum within the elevation,
It is the truth we will always know,
The sculpted word in revelation.
It is love, pure and simple.
It is the dream, kaleidoscopic,
The upturned colours of the mind,
© Kosmogonic
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