I've stretched the imagination <br /> to the point of no return <br />Loose'd the bolts of meaning <br /> 'till I carried no concern <br />Tasted fruits of knowledge <br /> past the point of sweet and good <br />On the edge of distant mountains <br /> I have stood <br /> <br />I've carried the shield of innocence <br /> in battles with the bad <br />Carried the weight of hopelessness <br /> in moments with the sad <br />Flowed through nights of horror <br /> in the realms of the living mad <br />Spent brief moments chatting <br /> with the glad. <br /> <br />I've sat alone on an Isle called Self <br /> with no one else but me <br />And never found a moments rest <br /> on this rocky sea. <br />I've touched the heart of this constant madness <br /> called Humanity <br />Decided to stay and decided to go <br /> a hundred times it seems. <br /> <br />Once again the moment has come <br /> to ride the rocky waves <br />To look again for the secret place <br /> among the ever-glades <br />Where Sunlight's golden rain drops <br /> and burdened hearts are freed. <br />There, in a Glen, is that secret land. <br /> where I will plant my seed.<br /><br />Jon Alan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-for-soul-in-a-bottomless-hole/
