Strange-eyed moths, the flowers of night Aloft on their vivid wings of dream On boughs of a spectral world alight Above the darkly flowing stream.
Awake we can but hardly know Those vast untapped peripheries Yet dive in sleep to realms below, Beyond our mental boundaries.
Worlds on worlds above us rise Inviting us to higher planes To exceed the beauty of our skies And build our lives where the truth-light reigns.
Though still we seem drawn to the deep abyss Our souls remember the Beloved's kiss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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