Sonnet 151, The Forest Of My Being... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The forest of my being is all within,
Each step I go, I go with darkness still
And never hoping there to gain or win,
For I can't clearly see through dreamy hill.
The water lies in stillness and dark amber,
Nothing under there upon surface goes;
I know just in the house the foremost chamber,
It's the same, as ordinary life knows.
I have wandered, in a swirling like thought
About existence, where it must be going;
Though this in life's not what after is sought,
Each small notion is intensively growing
The darkish sky shall enlighten me soon,
What lies behind the ocean of the cocoon?