Dulcet Evenings

Many a dulcet evenings I leisurely astride in the ascetic

Wherein the aural is ceaseless to make a sound

The gibbous moon glosses the sky in omnious blue hues

Illuminating every shadow on the ground

A jubilee of spirit and coronation of the mind’s ease is nigh

And as the magnates of the vaulted heavens peer down;

They are kindled with such pride of grand creation

All so irenic, all so resting still in the night

I so endeavor to elude slumber

And luxuriate in the place where masks do not dwell

Free to roam as a silent nomad as were

Where friends at hand were only stars and skies allure

And yes time here is but a brevity, yet seems to cease

And anight I may bequeath these words to forever remain

That too regards are at partly forgotten

‘Tis the aim of hallowing such fond of memories

That exhilaration and fortitude be not forgotten

The zeal of the zealot who encompasses the powers of nature

Has presided against all that may be only a woe

And for whom that may seek the uncomplicated

Is the one who will become the master of untangling any mystery or knotted marvel

I betoken with strong conviction

To not think like a mortal, but think like the earth on which you are poised upon

Omit the affinity of a man having the likeness of another

Sameness is ne'er a prevalent view

There is ample enlightenment on terra firma

To be used as an ability to know more of ourselves

Weakness is but complications to devour patience

Yet with the earth; has adorned the most subtle

The most congruent means shiftless and lawful