Hornbeam

Golden dawn appears on the horizon The sun has just risen Billow brings smell of sea to nearby beacon On the escarpment stands ancient dun The morning dew gives freshness to the meadow Away from light ancient hornbeams cast eerie shadow In their boughs all knowing wind will blow It will caress them like divine caresses the soul as they grow They are gateway to world just as ours real That has an uncanny feel It is not as well lighten as ours but just as real It is the place that perhaps all wounds can heal But it can be a dangerous venture Yet it is spellbinding adventure To every question it is an answer It is the gift of a dreamer The writer of the universes laws is at the base By it formed neural flame you find in this place This force is increased like spirit is increased by planets position in space And perhaps to very God this force its extension can trace But for it to true divine it be It must be In no reference point to numerical control of destiny And answer the question of meaning of life in its majesty Beyond all that it has to answer all ever growing questions of philosophy All the questions that from its glory spawned would be And it would answer questions that are higher ends of philosophy And all of them that on or beyond this line would be From base as from this force ultimate consciousness would be In state of perfect equality Absolute in all majesty And telling that story of soul portal wind and hornbeam would be