The Dark, the Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes
The Dark, The Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes
What of life in this raging spinning world?
Its stabbing pains, mouths filled with sad dust?
Those almost unbreakable binding chains?
We, the unblinded few, the hopeful brave
Dare we , can we that, will we ever save?
In the trembles of midnight's rambling stomps
Sleeping souls dance into resplendent dreams
Through a flowing myriad of avenues;
Entering realms of beckoning desires
Mindless, heedless of the flaming hot fires!
Wading streams of new welcoming degrees
Ever onward, towards eternal sea
Unrelenting, as heart such new scenes cast
Unaware, soon dawn's light will all that blast.
Dust and dying ground mix to stir anew
Schemes that are part of mortal flesh and blood
In black caverns, echoing , echoing
The fears, uncertainty brought by day's light
Now swimming in growing absence of night.
The dreaded pitfalls of much needed sleep.
Wherein we must wake up to our lives keep.
R J. Lindley, April 3rd 1973
Rhyme, ( Staring into the ever dooming abyss- a flash of thought )
Old Note: 1973
Woke. And a dream lingered. Its message sad and dark.
Daylight bringing in the words more clear.
What had both Poe and Raven spoke?-
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"
New Note: 2021
"O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"
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