Tunnel At the End of the Light

Hills endlessly roll Nostalgia enters the soul The towering oaks cast shadow Upon a beautiful meadow The marsh marigold’s smell Excites the senses as well Water springs from the well Old oak has a story to tell The sharp rocks separate land from the sea Man wonders about his destiny He wishes to be free But all in front of him is horizon’s infinity The sunset is beautiful Orange violet gold The spirit is now full As the night will unfold The silver blue moon Shines upon the lagoon The eerie mist covers the world Depth of the night now man will behold But in pitch blankness there is light That is visible in the night It is the sleeping eye Now open ornamenting the sky Next to it another eye And another eye As one looks at the sky They form vortex the way they lay Vortex is gate way to immortality Only if true meaning comes with it soul can be free A vortex is immortality But this is the vortex and ultimate meaning will set me free