The steps
on the slippery
slopes of hell
frozen over
in the blizzard rich
led the penitent
if never they fell
back to the fiery
earthen ditch
where all the lights
of wandering noses
sensing the grandeur
of clear aromas
were apt to knock
on Heaven's door
And knock they did
and echoes deep
to their hearts
where memories keep
yet for a dark
and fleeting
minute
did doubt
dare draw
each heart
within it
But final fates
are not
revealed
and for a time
have all
been sealed
So, though we try
to peek and know
No clue will be
ours to show
No grand plan
if it does exist
will open or even
give an inch
For faith is not
in things we see
but stronger
it grows
with each mystery
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
PoesieWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
