What mysteries lie in realms above
Where even angels fear to tread?
What misty glimpse of vapour dreams
By wandering errant thoughts are led?
Why do you seek to ride the flows
Of incandescent complex streams?
Absorbed by weightless ponderance
Beyond time's weakened mortal seams?
What is it that you seek amongst
Whispers floating on the breeze?
What promises mingle luring there
In tenuous vines on ethereal trees?
What calls from far off salt kissed flows
Of distant currents deep beyond?
A rhythm pulsing through your veins -
Of honeyed balm or Siren's song?
And should you heed these subtle pleas
Embrace that tantalising call
Will you reach to astral heights,
Or into greater darkness fall?