Worlds

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.