The Great Unknown- by JM
Souls wander aimlessly
through fields of grey and ash,
unable there to separate
the future from the past,
wondering in agony,
so many seeds unsown
all vanishing in
obscurity
into
the great unknown.
A pirate vessel
moaning,
creaking
on an endless sea
of dark mists rarely broken
by moon or star
and never sun.
in undiscovered waters
sometime drifting,
sometime blown,
always lost-
tattered sails all twisting towards
the great unknown.
A tunnel to a cave,
a pool within a cavern,
luminescent lichens,
stalactites dripping,
drifting echoes,
ghosts whispering,
"Follow"
down into
the bowels of earth
where
never seed has grown
or spring wind blown,
but ever deeper
sliding
guided
inward as the tomb
becomes
a birthing womb
awakening
emerging,
Within
the great unknown.
