Secrets Poem by Egal Bohen

Man
Will seek to hunt the mysteries of life
-
To search
Those quiet places far away from all the light
That may in some part hold
Those
Answers
That have not been told
Of secret grails and powers
Of
Times
Old
-
So
On those sylvan trails
He stumbles down
Life
As though a stream
Where
May be found
In some dark pool
Within
The
Deep wood dark
Those answers
To
The
Questions
Burning in his heart
-
Where
That
At
Which he glances
Whilst
In
The
Currents flow
As
Waterfalls
And
Whirlpools
Spin him round
To him
Is
As alluring
As
Quarries scent
Unto
The hound
A
Temptress
Painting images
Of
That
Which might be found
-
His gaze then fixed
On these desires
His mission
For great knowledge honed
Obsessed
And with no sense
Nor
Cause
To reason
Why
He loses sight of real life
On Earth
Where
His reality
Abides
-
In ignorance
Of
This
Great
Living sphere
He dwells upon
His eye set high
Always
Seeking
Something
More mysterious beyond
He tramples onward
O'er
The greatest mystery of all
His mind
-
So
Powerful
Unknown
And
So
Is
Bound
Before his search
Is ended
So
To
Fall
-
For
Not all things
Do need be understood
-
Some mysteries
Are best left
In
The
Silver Wood
-
Where
They
Like scent
Which
To the air
By
Wind is blown
Should stay
-
For
Most
Secrets
Yield
Desirability
Once
Known