Nature plays a crafty game
Conceals the delight in the austere and mundane
We are Unwise and heedless of the reclusive prairie
And rests in it, The Uncanny
It dries, it dies and yet in seals it lies
And while it burns the ecstasy flies
Gloom it numbs and mind it rinses
Raises the spirits and sharpens our senses
The serene souls conceive the tunes
The words descend from the forbidden runes
Lures you in with the mysterious spell
Takes you from the stairway to heaven to the gates of hell
It has been cursed this ancient bliss
In tales it spread as a venomous kiss
The ways of the ‘Force’ seem so murky and vicious
They seem untainted but are quite devious
4 comments:
like :)
melodic verses humming profound thoughts, of things that were but are not, mind construes what the heart speaks,answers to the arcana that 'A Revelation' seeks..
Good one there deepa..
I may hav to pick a line or two from ther for the next one...;)
a revelation it is ...
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