Walk in woods of pure life <br /> to seek the golden light, <br />finding trees alive with <br /> centuries of mindless power, <br />look at grass, <br /> inch long blades grown by the box <br />and know that sometime, somewhere <br /> all things in life were real, <br />rivers of the deep dark night, <br /> slide gently into the mind and drown the brain. <br /> <br />Beyond each field, meadow and lea <br /> set out in round feet, <br />ride the moonbeams of ageless eras past, <br /> long diminished by war, <br />when all the Earth <br /> had a layer of good growing soil, <br />then know that sometime, somewhere, <br /> all things in life were real, <br />rivers of the deep dark night, <br /> slide gently into the mind and suffocate thought. <br /> <br />Sit back in rest <br /> against a bush reduced to lifeless dust, <br />wonder at the sun <br /> now gone to enlighten us, <br />while turning blind in a pit <br /> of ever constant black night <br />and know that sometime, somewhere, <br /> all things in life were real, <br />rivers of the deep dark night, <br /> slide gently into the mind to flower conception. <br /> <br />Lost now are those <br /> who love the return of life, <br />the ground shall open <br /> but offer nought to any man, <br />for we are all one inside <br /> of that of which there is no other, <br />God forged patterns on the land <br /> to reveal a sign of love, <br />knowing that sometime, somewhere, <br /> all things in life were real, <br />rivers of the deep dark night, <br /> slide gently into the mind to crush life.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rivers-of-the-deep-dark-night/
