In the Valley of Souls
In this place,
Sanctum
Paradisium
Serenitus
On a plane of enlightenment
The field of stars
The locus of the universe,
Far-
From your the maledictions
I stand here in the crucible of all
The hopeful midnight stares back,
Stars of wordless joy,
Contrasted to sunset parting,
The two suddenly meet
As no event horizon on earth-
It is strange
Madness, and ultimately comforting,
Purple constellations adorn
That midnight reach-
This sky!
The firmament never was described;
Never on earth, was such a sky,
And pity the more for it;
The Eplisian arch
In the recesses of my mind I hear...
Singing, distant to the body
Close to the mind,
The voices, the sounds
More pure than any made by men
Tug just a little,
Asking to lift me aloft,
Lo,
to heaven shall I ascend
But not yet, a moment more
Before the wonderful enchantment...
At my side a torch
The flickering breath,
And at my other,
The lovely mountain wall
It's warm touch leading down
To the valley
Where lights glow gently
At the edges of the buildings
And fade just beyond, perhaps,
Into a city
Though only each can tell
If it is a city of embrace or arch
The valley of souls
I stand gently before
And breathe in the fragrance,
Making my peace,
Lingering a moment...
Till I descend.
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