Souls descend beneath slabs of rationality
Through fathoms of subterranean silt
To granite caverns dark and still
Where headwaters seep and
Streams immortal brew
Up and far
From secret plots of solitude
The living cast their prayers
Past clouds of bronze
To quench desperate desires
and wash troubled brows
By and by
Dreamers sleep
and rest their heads on rocky beds
Dampened by rain and sleet
Where roots grow thick in sweet earth
And eternal boughs do shade
-- GJ Gillespie
