These dark lands

Ride the wild horse
of the mind,
see these dark lands
empty and silent.

It was all fool’s gold,
the questions and conclusions,
the plates and the food,
this earth and ocean water too
are shadows of a searching
dream, the many masks
of a being weaving existence
into the clothes of mystery.

My tears fall in this
shifting river,
salt mixing with water
moving to a distant shore.
Longing is folly against
the music flowing in the winds,
this eternal theme sounding
in my body,
despair a crime against
the light present in darkness,
this star that slowly burns
in the heart of night.