The Far-Off Country
"Eternity, I'm Coming, Sir!"
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night
Though ere creation I (and Thou), yet surging sound preceded me
Scarce trodden paths of nothingness in search of ur-symphonic light
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This blinding recollection floods my brimming, keening, inner sight
Full flowing, coursing, dancing sound before I even came to be
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night
3
A teasing, errant mercy daily downward rains upon my plight
Pernicious clues refuse to use a cogent, helpful repartee
Scarce trodden paths of nothingness in search of ur-symphonic light
4
As doggedly I search the ways, I think I’m close, but then not quite
Say will I need more ages here before I may arrive home-free?
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night
5
Though there's an adverse energy, I act, aware, in its despite
Full certain that once I succeed I’ll once again be one with She
Scarce trodden paths of nothingness in search of ur-symphonic light
6
“’Tis Thine the luminescent, scorching, searing, radiant face so bright
I’ll live or die to find a way to dance and sing and love with Thee”
Far-off, bright, vague-remembered home sans time sans place sans lies sans night
Scarce trodden paths of nothingness in search of ur-symphonic light
About the Creator
Paul A. Merkley
Mental traveller. Idealist. Try to be low-key but sometimes hothead. Curious George. "Ardent desire is the squire of the heart." Love Tolkien, Cinephile. Awards ASCAP, Royal Society. Music as Brain Fitness: www.musicandmemoryjunction.com
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What a poem of a relationship but reads like a poem from an English literature book. Good job.