In search of wonders

A black and white picture of a subject I’ve seldom truly seen…

A gleaming ray of the moon like it’s never been,

Skipping off of liquid glass into the unknown of time,

Is the only thing that seems alive tonight.

This evening the sea is the ocean

As well as the road to a promise not quite spoken,

It’s the distant lover that would caress my boat if I would heed it’s moan.

Now,the moon seems so oddly alone,undressed of its shroud of clouds,whispering storms,

It pushes my thoughts into the waves

With the stark,cold light it sheds like a dozen arrowheads

Which cut free my roots from the earth

So I may walk over water,into the dark,

Glide with the wind and burn in the light to come,

Sway over secrets death has been keeping,

Above tower-highs of solitude and centuries of silence,

An ancient graveyard of life and knowledge

I hope I won’t be presently visiting.

Black turns to gray,as indiscriminate as white

As I sail into the heart of something i don’t understand.

I stand-off the moon and try to stop the rocking of the boat,

All to prove my worth…

hmm…by Razvanish.

~ de stereodakota pe iulie 19, 2008.