The Requiem

Anight whence I manic stir

I reprieve in the cavernous isolation

All that is alive silently moves aside

Only the vision of bleached bones internal

Abounding with the wandering apparitions of the eve

Speaking from the near past I review

‘Tis time I leaned an ear to which is alive within

Thus to defeat the ominous gravity in the sensing domain

Cannot I think for the distant morrow

For here are my dreams to be dreamt now if sorrow

I shall abandon prophetic dreams

And make weary the celestial harness

Oh; for my unripe remembrances

A past has crept by without announcing visage

Hid desires' fortunes and discovery cast afar

So I toast to them and their daunting smiles

Fled redeeming by what I forthwith avidly press

With hands to see I rejuvenate faithfully

Pulling away masks that do not know my humility

Leaving me free bound in yet another quaint eve

And so another day spent to be dreamt of a far off sea

I shall awaken in morrow nevertheless

In the splendid force of gravity once again

Only to balance atop until I must martyr on the precipice

And yes I can perceive a dream, as many do not deem

To dance on the waves is to denounce poise

Wavering fools resist all and seek out the Elysium

The strong crumble each stone until all sanctuary is lost

Above there is a deception and a pressing of time

Yet here in the late hours the moon is my eldest of friend

In nothingness, I am parted from woe

A great lesson to compliment and adhere its refined principal

Luminous orb permeates within and shifts every vision

Leaving this body as my body hidden

I free to thoughtfully think without recourse or worldly opinion

And so becomes the dream a day has hence never seen

It is I and the unitary sky that is ultra green

As seen in the day; the artist, the escapist of lies

As in the night, a firm defender of a nurturing light

In the humble eve's eyes; where mansions are purest

His solitary being is refined in nature’s grove high and low

Simple stateliness in a mind’s eye free

The requiem falls on me this night

And ever so mote is be