Pathways

I will find new pathways
for my feet they must surely go
out of this weeden graveyard
tangled with tripping row.
Dated and carvéd names
dead in abundance set
I must run now away
before I also am met.
The sun it flees before me
taking its hopeful light
I am left here with darkness
a soul in the blacken night.
Now I am crawling blindly
searching for a safe warm spot
the wind it howls all around me
and kindles my mem'ry wrought.
I was once in a garden
full of delightful smells
there was life in abundance
none of these piercing wails.
Why did I go from my garden?
why is it that I left my home?
Who are you to ask questions?
I think it is you who should know.

Mind

Churning, turning darkened sphere
Yearning, burning cannot hear
The truth of Nature in its ear
Searching ever in the fear
Of dreaming demons coming near
Tired of quiet, tired of noise
It withers wear'ly of the choice
Tween good and evil, twins in voice

Spirit

On certain days a cool wind blows
And I remember younger days
Of thought that pressed on mind
A certain tingling feel
That thrilled the soul,
That child-like thing
More innocent than we can be
Who is sad or happy
And feels all of truth
But knoweth not a thing.

The Universe is an Egg

the Universe is an egg,
far too big to see,
with edges cold
too hard withstand
for living man to breach.
only travel angels there
beyond the silver sky
where men look up and hope to go
when grow they up to die.

Lines Composed Upon a Night of Sleeplessness

I never sailed the seven seas,
but in my minds eye,
I can see lofty shores
beyond the starry sky.