Pale hands that bother not the reeds
Drift and slide o'er fruited eaves of Nature
Avid for learning, searching, searching.
Betrothed to none, but allowed a spouse
Lost to man, akin to the gods
Stretching for heaven - short in strength.
An outer relation to reverance - yet beyond calculation.
Wisdom in the throes of illiteracy.
Fired by unseen forces, but unable to extol
Over and over they plan the hopeless theme.
A world to see fearfully.
An occasion of glory - a release of energies.
Frought with confusion - alone in ideals.
Workings of outer space - interlaced with earthly spice
Thinking, thinking - wrestling, turning, twisting.
Deep-seated inspiration doled out greedily.
Expression with suppression.
Gone - and then again apparent.
What causes this mirage?