The Poet Lights The Light

Eternity' Is There, We Say, As Of A Station. Meanwhile, He Is So Near, He Joins Me In My Ramble? Divides Abode With Me? No Friend Have I That So Persists As This Eternity.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

Home Is The Definition Of God.

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.