I saw a sight unseen,Was corrupted and pristine,Quaked without a qualm,Panicked while calm.
I resolved a paradox,Was cured by a deadly pox,Read between the linesOf unintentional designs.
And in the end it had begun,Having lost at last we won,Learning though never taught,Finding what was never sought.
I heard a thought unspoken,A portent, a sign, a token,And finally I heard,Not a single solitary word.
The crackling of the fire
On a blustery winter day,
Our woes upon the pyre
Sent serenely on their way.
Of this life I often tire,
And yet choose always to stay,
To laugh, love, aspire,
Preach, teach, and play.
Someday I will expire,
Like this flame that holds my gaze,
And join the silent choir,
Beyond the dancing blaze.
A whisper rustled the reeds by the river,The soft breath of a world in repose.I wondered if it was there to deliverMe from the burden of weightless woes.
It was the emptiness of the message it bore,That emptied the mind of its charge.Through the dark banks of the river it tore,Like the prow of an invisible barge.
And on the deck there proudly stoodA spirit that none could see.Cloaked in invisible cape and hood,I felt its eyes look right through me.
The wake of the whisper became again still.The reeds fell back asleep.And my eyes with tears began to fill,Though I knew not for what I weep.
