Waters of our consciousness,
We feel the Moon's embrace,
The tactile and the mobile sea
Floods through our veins, our dreams!
To navigate with reason, seeking out
The true reality of things.
So let redundant Spirits
Dwell within their self
Delusions and their dungeon walls,
Or graveyards with their headstones
Faded by corrosive Time.
What need have we for Gods
And the impotence of prayer?
The sea of Reason beckons.
as my reply section is still on strike, thanks to PH, I would just like to thank you both here, Walter & Robert. I must get down to reading some of your poems this week. I've been busy editing and reviewing work by friends recently.
Dear Tom, beautiful work. beautiful soul expressed in your work. keep creating.10
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Beautiful work sir. The sea of reasons beckons. Loved it. 10 for it.