Garden of Poetry

Standing here dazed upon this lonely shore,
I gaze at the face of the vast unknown,
My thoughts nought in the universal roar,
My thoughts no more than a meaningless drone
In this ocean of nothing around me.
Fade away, far away, sense of self-worth!
Float upon forever and never cease.
Would that I were free
To rend the boundaries of this finite Earth,
And in eternity find lasting peace!

Were I to meditate a thousand years,
Searching for answers and questions in vain,
Would truth mitigate all my mortal fears,
And my tired mind find some lasting gain -
Knowing the purpose of life and demise?
And comprehending all of why and how,
Sure, with my cup of wisdom brimming full,
Nothing to surmise,
Would I understand much better than now
The potential of an undying soul?

Wink, all-knowing stars, from your high places.
Sing the sweet melodies of paradise.
Unveil the mysteries in your faces.
Sprinkle a twinkling glimmer of advice.
Fervently I would lean my yearning ear
To know what guarded secrets lie in store.
For a glimmer of celestial insight
I await to hear.
With uplifted gaze I humbly implore!
Enlighten me, O omniscient night!