I long to see a Genesis of soul
To gaze upon mega cosmos beyond
I’d reach for stars upon bright, dawning knolls
Alive, verdantly, spun with golden frond
My heart weeps heavy, heaving light of glens
Each morsel, ashen stones re-composing
From death to sky, drawn by God’s magic pen
Delights in Opus—young germinating
He sings a garden, a graceful being
An art’s oasis, I truthfully sought
I, adrift upon peaceful knolls, screaming
I, sifting beneath dark matter, fraught
I, stumble upon mine own rudiment
Unveiling day springs of grandest composement