Dimension void of history\'s trace .
Landscapes boundless,time has no place .
A child\'s dream ,where cosmic visions
in spiral vast ,twist and turn ,
and starry seas do churn ...
when the sacred seeks a faith in encrypted sighs,
stellar storms,screaming through darkened skies,
embraced as thruths a dogma\'s haughty rise...
the supreme informal makes no vow
to grant salvation -only how remission
floats in botomless ether ,
bidding all to bow ...
a stage of shadow and of a light,
where parting souls in whispers fret ,
blend with radiance taking flight ,
and echo\'s ghost ,ere sun has set ...
In poets garden ,syllabled wings astir ,
the ruffle time\'s flow ,
ripples blur and slow,
leaving but brief awe-that spiral spire ,
in the inspired depths ,
burning with a feverish fire...