Beyond the Black
Beyond the black is dream alone.
Its varied shapes are seldom known.
It shifts to match the searching eye
Afore such sight can start to scry.
No lucid truth is left behind
Within the reach of waking mind
No revelation waits the light.
Before the morn, it's taken flight
On darkling wings that melt away
By the shine of breaking day.
Brief moments see their trails disperse
Like fading notes of vanished verse.
Where dawn would reach, they cannot hold.
Bold by night, their banners fold.
No reason forms the brief retreat.
Never shall the conscious meet
The vast advance and worthy rack
Of lore that's lost beyond the black.