Deep

Deep, deep now into the rushing night,

into the wandering scenes that comprise the journey.

Sleep, sleep now, you beautiful eyes of light,

to the place where our hidden dreams are faintly found.

Thoughts of hope made ever more worthy,

are silently breathing without a sound.

Curious desires would reach your hand,

shadow of the past, the memory of an innocent time.

In silent thoughts these race across the land,

like prayers from the deep, a heart in deepest yearning.

Rest, rest in the primal, buried in the rhyme,

lost in these endless circles of learning.

Come now you into wild passions deep,

quickly below the racing stars, beneath resting trees.

Hearts move, relinquish and soon they weep,

like unto many children, like those persons we truly are.

Not for hope, nor for hapless hopeless pleas,

these are the times we wish upon a star.

Light still plays upon the heart's desire,

in starlit expression, joy and beauty, a silent wonder.

There is love and hope in the countless choir,

the pleasure of our fleeting mortality in the silent hours.

Your ambient profundity, joy and plunder,

do ever keep me in your gentle powers.

Brian Francis Hudon

January 17, 2020