MYSTERIES

When the nights are endless
Full of time and space
I imagine the journey
Beyond roads and geography
And sometimes
I almost touch a beauty that can't be seen
And hear music from beyond our ears

My mind grasps for unknown stories
With endings not yet imagined
Meanings as yet undisclosed
For when nights are endless
I long for the truths that hide therein
Silently and invisibly
And I reach for the mysteries
That defy and deny us
Madness
Or evolution

     By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

You have harnessed your style with precision and beauty in this one, Phil. It's composed so well. There is scarce much to say, except one can sit with this piece a long time, comfortably, and just let it ring.
Good writing does that, and here it is.
(I think you may have achieved your desire to write on bubbles, after all)
Thanks for sharing, Phil.

[Phil Roberts]

First let me apologise for taking so long to reply, Charlie. I don't get on here as much as I'd like and I've had 1 or 2 minor health issues.
As always, I'm grateful for your comment and also appreciative of your reading of my work. It's very encouraging to receive such positive feed back from a writerof your stature. My poems are few and far between these days so, I like to keep the standard as high as I can and your words lead me to believe I am getting towards that goal. Thank you again :)

[H.W.]

Or maybe a bit of madness, then evolution? As long as we keep looking to develop as individuals and as a species, we should be ok, I hope. These two lines are a great description of how I feel after a particularly good writing session- "I almost touch a beauty that can't be seen
And hear music from beyond our ears"
This is a beautiful poem!

[Phil Roberts]

I apologise for taking so long to reply but, I don't always get on here. Thank you very much for your comment. Your words are very kind and most helpful.