transit mundis
Shadow me, in ecstasy
the light flows through my veins
there in the silence
I feel the joy of sorrow
well up within
I draw in mystical stillness
and exhale existance
Here there is no matter, nothing
Its very quiet here
there are no stars
there is no beauty
I look out, at wind in the light
tubulant snow flurrying
against my senses
tusseling the trees, scattering stars
into a deepening void
and Alone, I love
gathering in, this glory
and exalt that any, one
can have a share, in this
transit mundis
Copyright 03/16/99 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon