| Realm (Somewhere Else) How will I find a sharp edge within the globe of dull haziness? I have been passing away time in the quiet, boring hours beyond today Must I shuffle around in a realm of blissful weather's laziness? The stillness grows warmer and warmer in the falling of summer's way Loneliness and fulfillment are entwined Walking upon enchanted pathways where strange sand is lined The glow of a lantern emits from where I cannot tell In this realm Loneliness and enchantment are one part And the other lies underfoot when the cries spring from your heart Then I linger and hang on longer for fear I'll awake from this spell And find that I was somewhere else Wherever was there a silent place that showed a promising sky? I have been holding a sense of frozen answers with a burning question Filling in the thick of leaves is a thin, foggy whispering sigh And with all the slightly rung bells, of whole songs there is no mention In the unhurried ripples that sail under these dark bridges low Comes only now and then the strong scent of orchid and paradise bloom Away from eye's view languid solar rays begin to dim and slow Evening has calmly stretched over last shadows in a blissful gloom In a well crafted twine of realm's abundant treasure, I rest peacefully The tree's so vast and grand that a single leaf hovers like bark Colors sprinkled over each stone and hidden fountain always flows easily What do I say to the creeping fear, under a blanket of dark? Although a thousand years may have come and gone by without a blink Their complete fullness so faceless as to strike one to numbness I've passed by unseen and tried to hide when nothing of thought can think Because so many images flow in a deluge without cunningness Each second seems not at all like the timing I remember Because in one moment they drag beyond any counting within short breaths Then with a quick breaking they add on in winding splendor I lie awake at the thought of the hour again and how much it forgets The clouds hang low beneath the winds but they're hard to reach Overcast and a coldly gray, they swirl down as if small ropes Looking up past all the threatening of the storm, seems an alternate beach When there are patches of black holes just above rocky slopes Of all the realm where corners turn into long, twisting roads And somehow they go on lost until water's edge brings an end to them One thing remains constant throughout all realm's abodes That you seem the smallest of all creatures always relating the now and then Loneliness and fullfillment are the same there never seems to be any history that ancient ones claim The firelight emits from where it may compel In rare moments beyond this realm Endearing and forgetful are all of one part Darker sides lie underfoot while they're never hidden from your heart The magical and blinding and how it compels Between enchantment and dread how do I go somewhere else? Igor 1998 |