PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

delve with me (if you will)

into the deep discussions of mist and snow

the graveyards and forests

along side the greater mysteries of magic and

their paths of light

that endlessly seem to lead up to the serenity

of the moon

as the oceans seem to have had their fill of salt

and burials at sea

we arrive upon the notion that not all of this

world sets just right

in and of itself just as we man in the equation

is but a simple vessel of motion

fearful throughout the documented ages

he is mentioned harboring such madness

at the veil over the darkness of night

the light holds our hands through out the

traumatic perils we pit ourselves against

whichever unforseen corner up ahead that offers

the next injection of harrowing fright

we seem to enjoy setting ourselves up in the

best of the worst situations

that guarantee man necessary vital exits out

of his own carefully constructed crisis

and this some like to label as living on the edge

when the edge often in turn is only that of the

edge of our own mind's fragile sanity

and so from such brink of near self induced

madness

we in turn one by perpetual one

grapple to learn the answers

for which we were sent here to seek............

(April 1, 1997)