Sunset At Old Hills

The ghostly grey poplars Cover spiraling hills When one slightly closes the eyes Sunset visible in the skies Plays shadows not only with clouds But with ghostly mist those poplars shrouds Than visible soul of wind is eerily beautiful It shows the glory of divine in all its majesty As one closes the eyes blue halo is visible It is the call Of your own soul As it connects to force behind the sun The neural flame of soul and beyond Has hand on the pulse Of this that is behind math the façade Of the God The vortex measures time Beyond time Catalyst Beyond last catalyst This is what can answer question Of meaning of life itself And revert to former glory Soul that was once lost