In the Wilderness of the Mind
Empty horizons circle the eyes.
Virginity of nature’s domain unspoiled.
Man has not left marks of soiled hands.
Where is this peace that you may find?
In the wilderness of the mind.
Leaves drink in the glowing sun,
harvesting light to shade the stone.
Man’s narrow fields confine the show.
Where does beauty permeate inside?
In the wilderness of the mind.
Rolling streams cascade from snow.
Crystal blankets melt to braids,
as liquid blues run towards seas.
Where does reflections turn eyes blind?
In the wilderness of the mind.
The bear emerges from dark den,
hungrily flaring nose to find a meal.
Dimly lit winter enlightens to the sun.
Where can visions see without sunlight shined?
In the wilderness of the mind.
Beasts engrave prints upon the ground.
Territories are covered to feed all needs.
Howls exchange through sparse air.
Where will the symphony stay behind?
In the wilderness of the mind.
Vanish does the wild ground.
His taming fit to please mankind.
Each day a step towards productive course.
Where is escape from order in kind?
In the wilderness of the mind.
Copyright © Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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