Height And Depth

Having noble thought is really noble
But nobler still is to follow it
If one can't pursue one's ideals
How one can be worthy and fit

The morning that brings new hopes
Turns into a dark, calm, cool night
But the sword of our enthusiasm
Starts us for a new unknown fight

Who knows what is hidden there
Behind the dense fog of sorrows
Every breath from the dark of death
A reviving life eagerly borrows

The depth of earth can't explain
The heights of unknown blue sky
A burrowing creature can't learn
How to prepare his wings to fly

by V P Mahur

Comments (2)

The sobbing murmur of the sea. Great line.
This is more the Aleister I've known. Little dark and macabre!