Midnight Dream

Moon shines with its eerie silver blue light To the soul it is a delight Day is matter shadow is night Wolf and witches’ cat howl at the night Rods of light cold fusion know Through them theory of everything its visage will show Time is like wind that with seasons will blow But there is more to soul which will grow like spring flowers from beneath the snow The orb of power laws of science can create It is not subordinate of fate But similar orb can to higher gear shift philosophy in a later date And to see what in soul grows from that seed one needs to just wait Philosophy Destiny Are subordinate to their own definitions not continuity Both in abyss of most abstract flow free This is the nature of poetry This is why poetry Is poetry Even if math is also abstract separated from any number philosophy can be The orb can shift philosophy foundation of very thought to higher gear The power of that is clear If one applies numbers to it its visage can inspire awe even fear But it is different plane of existence this orb will make appear Omnipotence Needs philosophical wisdom to achieve brilliance To be perfect from low to high and gain acceptance To do what is wise and just, yet be true to oneself in every philosophical instance True holy grail of philosophy Does not need continuity It does not need to be build on continuity Hopefully finding its key is in mankind’s destiny