They arise from
the cold underbellies
of monsters and gods,
In the valleys of deep dark myst'
The mist,
The maze of concoctions
of hilarity, trance and love
divine , profuse, enchanting
ravines
Home to unknown ghosts
Of similar kinds..
Delicate lilies have been thro' this wind
but not flesh, blood and bones
A spirit indomitable in a small thing
as this
never us, never will it be.
Even the lights couldnt see thro' them
fathomless depths of clouds on earth.
What lies beneath
I want to know,
but I will close my eyes
knowing my farce
When my 'beat gives up,
but my thirst will not
eternally to know
the stories untold
and whispered in the winds
of the mountains and sky.
