Luminaries ideas spring up within
Like volcanic liquid fire.
Reason flashes before a moths wing
Clouds of doubt, regale our gaze.
On distant shores, ventured alone
radiant beauty softened the chill.
Rivers of liquid light flowed
like swirls of vaporous mist.
Fear called out, but listened not
as the gateway to nowhere opened.
Many were there, but none
were present.
The "hole" in life flashed by
like a rabid dog on its last day.
Within a strand of being
echoes raised.
Were it not for this
that would be.
Feeling lost among many,
shadows whisper comforting
words.
Out of our depth,in shallow seas
waves of despair carry comfort
aloft.
Rivers of joy beguile,
my awkward gaze.
Hope you like this dear readers, warmest regards Michael.
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