Let us contemplate the deep sea of thought
And ruminate the muse inclined so writ
To let our wonder question bold intent
And behold the expression cerebral
To dim memories and dusty mirrors?
To betray the dawning day with malice?
To bespeak our fortunes laid, yet stifled?
The morning sun betrays
My thoughts unveiled
Treason, piercing spoils
Of doubt there indulged
To challenge this quiet moment’s vigor
Forsake there the will; left barren, reposed
To entrust so ordained higher powers
With not ever imperious attitude
There is more light
In thought than understood