Going through Beyond

by Morgan Wolfe

Beyond the world of waking men

Lies another of quiet solitude

Where one can go to meet his Muse

And find himself within his mind

In which one drifts aimlessly

Through deceased memories of past thoughts

Long before I was wandering

And followed footsteps of old

To places already seen

With clouded eyes and grimace set

No more could I waver

Than abide my aching heart

Demons well I knew

Amid the shadows dark

The death of life stood waiting

Reminiscence of withered days

Like those of present passing

Wearied me in fire

Weeping stood I alone

Chasing no one but myself

Examining my plight of recluse

And wild eye gaping

Stared into blackened soul

Precariously hung in the mind

© 1995 by Morgan Wolfe