Michael Edwards

IN TRANSCENDENCE

 

 

 

IN TRANSCENDENCE

 

Beyond the lazy babbling weirs

by horizontal sunbeams thrown

the pointing fingered shadows reach

towards a land of gentle mist.

 

A land where vapours twilight cast

eclipsing past presentiment

from episodes of bygone days.

 

Ascending high in altitudes

above the ripple-spanning  waves

to echoes of their soothing sounds

all indecision drifts away.

 

As thoughts that kindle unsought flames

their burning embers now extinct

in ash the symbols of despair.