27 September 2012
Firm my attempt to resolve, Such mysteries I aim to solve, With the Earth such things evolve, As surely as it did revolve.
Yet diamonds are forever, Even as darkness surrounds me, But is this darkness forever? Conceal, enshroud and confine me.
Truly, change will come to pass, Light and darkness will surely pass, Ladened with diamonds en masse, But for what point is all this mass?
Yet she sits with an open embrace, Mistress of mind, she of grace, Guide in my search, keeping pace, Solemnly gaze upon her truthful face.
She called wisdom, warns of haste, Patience, sweet nectar to your taste, Suckle her truth leave not a waste, In your grasp such words are placed.
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
A Muse • Opuss № I