Insignia
Sonnet
Published on November 14, 2020
Insignia
Sonnet
With vanishing mists of ego now looms
A hazy vision of thought spires peaking
Through above the human range breaking
Into spheres where all brightly blooms.
What sights buried ere the long times,
What possibilities more to be ventured,
The many hindrances to be surmounted
Making routine the way of miracles.
The new appears pale and old glows
With a deep lustre outshining the living,
Rich ardours in them seem brimming
With the stern fire of lofty heroes.
The name has vanished leaving an enigma,
Preluding perhaps arriving Spirit’s insignia.