Pale Blue Skies.

Under the pale blue soft skies On white sanded sculpted shores Where the birds cast their shadows Amid decreasing days of summer lores. Paths of never returning a thousand ages Paths of ever occurring a thousand clefts Cast out by wakeful gates of sheltered eyes In echoes and the silent sound of the foot steps. Here in the time where the paths end Amid laborious hells carried within oneself Pivoted fingers in moth moulded stance In ever widening circles of the fiery spells. Knowledge of ignorance, knowledge of knowing Knowledge of light, knowledge of dark sowing Knowledge of deeds, knowledge of the unsaid Knowledge of beginnings, knowledge of the ends. And how should I know And what should I hold? When I am only a novice In the complexities of my soul.