by Spirited Earthling
Unencumbered, he returned
to find a light twixt heaven sent,
without repose nor relent,
nor waxing nor waning doth it went,
and pierced the agony of his torment.
The night was over:
the skies doffed their garments
studded with stars,
and put on raiment
woven from the sinews
of the rays of morn.
Home, he had discovered,
was no physical space;
but a melding in the silence
of his soul and its maker:
a world not begotten
from contingent dreaming.
The forest was everywhere and no-where,
and the light never faded...
