...Still

A faded out meaning

of the ineffable,

still lingers, languidly

in the hollow word,

of language and its translated beauty.

The lost cadence,

of cosmic indulgence,

still slumbers its rhythm

in the echoing depth,

of a man’s consciousness.

The song of eternity,

of infinite life,

though smothered into a groping lullaby,

still renders its remnants,

to the seeking palm

of the hesitant man.

A vague cry

from deep within a man’s chest,

still seeks its echo

in the ancient hallway

of a life-less wisdom,

but alive-

with a fragile vulnerability

of a creator’s pulse.