HEARTS AND MINDS
The shrouded figure sat
alone on the rocky slab opposite,
watching as the millions of heavenly lights
traveled in perfect silence
across the velvet depths
of boundless space.
No sound dared embarrass
the night, high upon the mountain's shoulder.
Its overwhelming absence
now pulled at his soul
with greater force
than that of the meager flame
dying before him
drawing his chilled body to its warmth.
The silence, overwhelming, utter
draped even the unrespecting stars
in somber, funereal bunting
as his reflections wandered softly
to the ponderous dark presence of the
Its solitude, immense and leaden,
merged like the confluence
of two inky rivers
with the dark reservoirs
of the deep cosmos above us...
a great and flowing mantle
of accepting, stoic peace
worn with perfect
and timeless, infinite composure.
The figure smiled a cold thin smile then,
for what are the concerns
of human hearts and minds,
mere sparks in the dustbins of eternity,
in the presence of perpetual