Legends of Hope

Transcending- but a glimpse
To the finest, behind the eye,
Behind the scattering
Of any light at all.

There, it waits, in the glory
So blind to see, shrouded-
The strong voice- echoing
That tangling, spidery song.

The true gods that run us,
They empty this little world,
Drown in tears at her feet,
Come washing back to us all.