Poetry

Doorway to the Formless Thought

· Steve Robison

As we drift toward the place
Where places cease to matter
Rivers of raging thoughts
Find the whirlpool to the void

Peace of the dark calm night
Flight of the holy ravens
Formless against the moonless sky
Questions asked, wondering why

Deepest mirror of the pupil
Sees all that I see
Doorway to the endless thought
That's eternity