Beyond What We can See

Out in the darkness, beyond what we can see,

There is a place in our imagination, where all can be free.

But we live in A world, where the dark is out of sight,

Just on the other side of a wall, that we fear, called the night.

 

Out there in the darkness, where I know you are,

As distant from me now as a faint vanishing star.

That is where only my imagination can go.

Even though I know that it is just my aching soul.

 

Maybe where you are, all is clarity and light.

Or maybe you sleep a dreamless dream in eternal night.

All I know for sure, is that one day I'll join you there.

In a place deep in the earth, where I won't have to care.

 

Meanwhile, I'm here, with other strange survivors.

Dwindling in numbers, huddling against the cold.

We sail in a vessel that is leaking and is sinking.

Comforted by memories of when our fine ship sailed the seas.

We might be a fine wine, we might be just the lees,

But we are temporary survivors of this process called growing old.

 

Christopher H. Holte, written 8/16/2015