At Waking

Written by: A. Sanders

Just a glimpse into this place
One frame of a complex gallery
More than words can say
Nor music can capture effectively
Painters plod on just to fail
Sculptures hands form what will crack
Writers scratch over the tale
Poets lament what may lack
No linguist may decipher these runes
Science finds no road to ground
Explorers fast find they’re marooned
In a place no one quite ever found
Musicians find notes can’t be played
Dancers still as the stone
The rich find no price to be paid
The famous find they’re alone
No medium can describe this land
Detailed in layers too fine
One look impossible to understand
One glimpse is to know for all time