Thoughts on the Brink of Change
It is times like these that my mind wanders.
I feel the Earth roll underneath my feet,
The Universe quakes, beyond millennia,
And dimension, beyond comprehension,
And focus. And I am small in the valley.
I can see Time course underneath my feet,
Where cities burn, and kings die, and reigns end,
While the ghost of some forgotten past finds
The key to Time’s locked doors, Earth’s lost crypts.
I find that cities burn, yet we burn too.
I discover: I am small in the valley,
But large on the mountain, and this mountain
Upon which I stand is indestructible.
Sebastian is a poet without pretense.