Not from this present sphere my rhapsody comes, <br />But beckons from that orb celestial; <br />For here lies no silent city clothed with orderliness, <br />Only an uncertain vaporous hope, <br />Which rises like a crescendo on the potent tide, <br />Then into fragile hopelessness dissipates. <br />It borders on the paradoxical, <br />With its ethereal presence lingering. <br />Again and again we visit this brink <br />And return with unfruitful baskets- <br />But yet some gleaming hope lurks within <br />The heaving breasts of the resolutely strong, <br />Who won't be fazed by the darkened cloud, <br />But steadfastly gaze upon the silver lining.<br /><br />ENOCH JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/celestial-orb/
