Intersecting shadows of forms and lines
Within a mind’s muse that invites allusion
Of profound legacies and fore divines
That one might know in seclusion.
Of incredible views; moments
Under the deepest blue canopy,
With degrees of radiant adornments
Casted on snowed fields sans panoply.
The incalculable signs lost to a mind
That fails and falls to his bane
For his thoughts race to find
A friendly face; a familiar voice - in vain.
An empty scene except for a sounding chime
The engaging piece in a peculiar diorama
Standing pointless without rhyme
While encompassing every panorama.
Nuance is a kind visitor – a long shadow
That trembles as it traverses the quietness
And stands alone along the narrow
Line of trees of an infinite wildness.
