There is a light in the distance,
yet towards it there is no road.
There is a light, I can see it,
on midnight clouds its golden reflection afloat.

There is a shimmer, among many a tree,
that any eye but mine ceases so see.
A shimmer there is still,
but I can’t reach it, and not I will.

There is a beam of sunlight,
pouring itself through my windowpane.
A bewarming beam it is;
making up for any yesterday rain.

A light is always there,
but no particular place it shines from -
There is a light in the distance,
but distance sometimes
hides together with illusion.

My wandering soul, how it aimlessly dwells
Among darkened hills, amidst its unseen spells,
And in the distance all that I hear: the summoning of bells.
Far above me, the high boughs they are bending,
The once hidden moon now slowly ascending
And as it sings to the world its sleep song,
I sit in its shadow and await my ending.

I don’t understand
how I can’t seem to see your face
whenever I think of you;
when all I find myself doing in your presence
is discover any possible feature, spot, gaze
that lives in secret upon you,
as if I were having my last breath -
and yet you are a blurry circle all in my head.

The pointers of the clock are weary of having to run only circles.

I am exhausted of standing still and watching circles become my life.

And my soul continues to reveal its dark corners,
And my mind has sailed through furious waves;
My awareness I thought I once had I have no longer -
For I am dwelling in an unknown place.

But to be a careless bird

chasing the limitless heavens

of untroubled air;

no desire to look down at

the jealous gaze of two eyes

blankly following from a chair.

the depths of my dreams

have sunk to deeper depths

and I may have lost

a way up