Somewhere
beyond the horizon
lies a world so vast
I know it is the source of all.
.
There, in the light of a hundred suns
the constellations still shine
and the midnight skies glow
a soft phosphorescence.
.
There, in the lake of sunset
blooms a thousand petaled lotus
and the faeries carve an opal
into a crescent moon.
.
Often in that realm
I free fall
and surrender
to his golden embrace.