Alone With The Ages

‘Neath the silence of the moon I come to understand The mystery before me I breathe in the night The peace of the shadow world of other Times and places Falling like a silken sheet Around me Letting go of the unnecessary And the extreme The haters and the fools Who cannot see The loathsome cast of their reflection When ignorance takes What might have been and dashes it so Needlessly On the ground But that is the way it has always been And will no doubt Ever be I am who I am Now Here in the comforting dark Without the glaring presence of Sun-beating day Making distraction of All that is unworthy I reclaim myself I heal myself I give back to the mystery That creates me. ~ Laurence Overmire