On starry nights the mind is like
To step on board a vision;
To climb the enigmatic steps –
The liquid path to heaven;
Fast to ascend – for some too fast –
And then to stop and ponder
For here the mind holds precedence
Revelling in wonder.
For minds behold what eyes cannot,
So stop to gaze in awe
At shooting stars, at swirling mists
And worlds not seen before;
At light-filled cosmic pantomimes
That never cease their games
And ever-changing paradigms
Of constellation frames.
But then too soon the vision halts
Its journey into space,
While falling fast the mind clings on
But has its fate to face.
For back in its imprisoned home
It cannot wander free
But lives within the narrow-world
That only eyes can see.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
On starry nights the mind is like
To step on board a vision;
To climb the enigmatic steps –
The liquid path to heaven;
Fast to ascend – for some too fast –
And then to stop and ponder
For here the mind holds precedence
Revelling in wonder.
For minds behold what eyes cannot,
So stop to gaze in awe
At shooting stars, at swirling mists
And worlds not seen before;
At light-filled cosmic pantomimes
That never cease their games
And ever-changing paradigms
Of constellation frames.
But then too soon the vision halts
Its journey into space,
While falling fast the mind clings on
But has its fate to face.
For back in its imprisoned home
It cannot wander free
But lives within the narrow-world
That only eyes can see.
