Unknown Horizons

Constant and yet not so,

the movement is too undefined.

The probable may come true,

but then probable it stays....

 

is it the ecstasy of the unknown,

or the fear of the defined?

what holds back the essence,

oddity is unbound.

 

Does it not surprise?

do no questions raise their ugly head?

how is it that it is yet so peaceful?

There must be a secret untold....

 

Then let not the slumber be broken,

there lies no meaning in it.

Let the words remain unspoken,

there lies peace withtin.

POWER

Turmoil beckons; 
Enticing rhythmically,
Reaching out for that, which yearns not to be his.

The façade of tranquility is just worn,
The purpose is well served. 
But not a spirit is left impervious, not a soul untouched.

Bear it well, misery it is not.
But there breathe those that draw not a happy breathe,
For breathing is not ample enough.

Why the evasion, is not love addictive enough?
But for those with shackles that blind their vision,
Its meaning is much altered.

There are those that are happy, for they love their peace.
There are those that are not, for they love not other's peace.
The world is breathing blacker; the latter creed rules.

Still life fights, there is much around.
For a bud denies the thorns the Power,
The Power to rule the heart.