SERIOUSLY MOONLIT

As I'm in a contemplative(-ish) mood...


'TRANSMUNDANE'

He stands, alone.
He's learnt a great deal. 
But he's forgotten more. 
Yet he holds one thing true above all: 
The Fact That He Knows Nothing. 

If feeling too deeply
Magnifies the terrors  
Then at least life's bliss
Possesses the ability  
To loom large in his mind.

If he has a grown-up desire
It's to dance long in the moonlight
And in the starlight of Sirius; 
Hugging his own singular joy
As if it were his only child. 

So, until the Magic fades for good
And the light dies its natural death
He'll keep mind and spirit alive 
And try his best to remain
On the side of the Angels.

 

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