Storm King

 

 

We had come to know how

the architecture of sadness was a chaos of mind

made by powerful means of sporadic design

to distract and mislead our understanding.

 

So that there lies beauty begging and

here we reach for vision,

vision so suspended in the skylines of our sadness,

disappearing ever silently there

in that perfect flood of horizon light.

 

That I might recall to stare through

and see.