SPEAK TO ME
He who knows the answers
Speak to me I pray you
Of those vast, dark expanses
Which blanket shut our skies of blue.
Speak of those uncut diamonds
Whose fired brilliance our vision cut
To pierce and play upon our eyes
And the curiousity of our continuance.
I pray you, do speak of those mysteries
Over which many men in blatant ignorance
Have tried to be the authority—
Their speculative concoctions nourishment for fool’s fancies.
When and how you deliver your wonders
My ears shall be the recipients of priceless answers.