THE BEYONDS

 

The mountain,

Beyond the dwindling hills

The fountain,

Waters the leafless tree

Were there is a will, so a way

And beyond lies the triumphant glee

 

In our long runs

Strides are become zealous treads

Beyond the gazing sun

Is behold our hanging threads

Beyond the pelting plains

Unwinds a criss-crossing bend

 

In the beyond,

Hangs a future cry

Beyond only a hope floats

As a wisp in the doveless sky

Beyond is still a dream tortured

A head that is painfully sutured

 

Beyond,

Twists a dream unshattered

A life pond

With fishes of life still unbattered

Beyond is born

A light that defies to be withered