Worlds Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Worlds

Strange-eyed moths, the flowers of night
Aloft on their vivid wings of dream
On boughs of a spectral world alight
Above the darkly flowing stream.

Awake we can but hardly know
Those vast untapped peripheries
Yet dive in sleep to realms below,
Beyond our mortal boundaries.

Worlds on worlds above us rise
Inviting us to higher planes
To exceed the beauty of our skies
And build our lives where the truth-light reigns.

Though we still are pulled by the deep abyss
Our souls recall the Beloved's kiss.