Secrets

Man
Will seek to hunt the mysteries of life
-
To search
Those quiet places far away from all the light
That may
In some part
Hold
Those
Answers
That have not been told
Of
Secret grails
-
The
Powers
Of
Times
Old
-
So
-On
Those
Sylvan trails
He stumbles down
Life
As though a stream
-Where
May be found
In some dark pool
Within
The
Deep
Wood dark
-Those answers
To
The
Questions
Burning
In his heart
-
Where
-That
At
Which he glances
-Whilst
In
The
Currents flow
-As
Waterfalls
And
Whirlpools
Spin him round
-To him
Is
As alluring
-As
Quarries scent
Unto
A
Hound
-
ATemptress
Painting images
Of
That
Which
Might be found
-
His gaze then fixed
On these desires
His mission
For great knowledge honed
Obsessed
And with no sense
Nor
Cause
To reason
Why
-He loses sight of real life
On Earth
Where
His reality
Abides
-
In ignorance
Of
This
Great
Living
Sphere
He
Dwells upon
-His eye set high
Always
Seeking
Something
More mysterious
Beyond
-He tramples onward
O'er
The greatest mystery of all
-His mind
-So
Powerful
-Unknown
-And
So
Is
Bound
Before his search
Is
Ended
SoTo
Fall
-
For
Not all things
Do need be
Understood
-Some mysteries
Are best left
In
The
Silver Wood
-Where
They
-
Like scent
-Which
To the air
By
Wind is blown
-Should stay
-
As
-MostSecrets
Yield
Desirability
Once
Known
_

Egal Bohen