In so few days my world was torn,
Sent shrieking into thought's abyss.
A silent flame in skies of dawn
Denying slumber's easing bliss,
With thought's unresting nature borne
To waking mind and spirit worn.
It came with words of lacking care,
To challenge all as though a test.
Beside abyss' yawning tear,
I stood and checked my own unrest.
From dark below those fell eyes flared,
The depths transfixed in their own stare.
'twas so I leapt into its depth,
And 'fore I could embrace regret,
A light to which I hadn't leapt.
What wonder then my heart had felt,
The awe of it caught in my breath
And shadow-fear trapped in me yet.
I journeyed then thoughts lost and found,
My heart made light with joy and glee.
Beyond all sight and touch and sound,
Was Possibility's endless sea.
'twas then I laid on grassy mound,
And was of dire unrest set free.