In The Blue Distance...

In the blue distance, The fountain of youth hovers And glows with profound Winged beauty and innocence. Its bold, teeming joys Are vital to the green life. Don't look back, but seek Paroxysms of pleasure. The unknown future Beckons us as cherished guests. The forest's wild ways Are greater than the tame designs Of modernity. Blazing, eternal flowers Grow there like strange gods. Shining, inner worlds unfold Moment by moment. The wise among us who are Steeped in the power Of ancient symbolism Can often perceive Them clearly and use them as Dream-like, enchanted Cures for societal ills. Forget this grey age And its many discontents Entrances to Light Can still be found even When age casts its dark Shadows. Childhood dreams can Still be recovered Now and forever, Amen.