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?