Oh, you shape-shifter, you illusionist,
you wizard, you artist, tell me how is it
that you are as seamless as the expanses
of the horizon whilst being as fractured
as each speck of dust in a room dimly lit?
Oh, you omniscient, you iridescent,
you evanescent, you eternal, why is it
that you allow me to traverse the depths
of your empire on occasion whilst being
a resolute guard the other times I visit?
Oh, you benevolent, you maleficent,
you transparent, you enigmatic, what is it
that you do to keep some moments
as fresh as the first flowers of spring
whilst being a murderer leaving the rest split?
Oh, you rule-keeper, you nonconformist,
you revolutionary, you traditionalist, when is it
that you stop playing from both sides
of the chessboard whilst being a mere
spectator in the hourglass’s ceaseless skit?
Oh, you warrior, you peacekeeper,
you tempest, you silent myth, where is it
that you store all the secrets of your
immortal existence whilst being the
conduit of every soul that is in transit?
Random Musings Of A Scholar 