hushed melodies soft intone the spheres

and wend the avenues of thought

unespied by phantoms the world admires

but subtly encompassed

imbues the scales of being

and tinctures in disguise

like a thief in the night

such dross the vulgar revel by

and faithfully plucking on the chords

sends shivers on the veins

and secret thunder on the roots

waking sleepers' dream

more gentle than Selene

betrothing honesty to sight

and brightness for the dark of night

her darling young

for true embrace

in quest of generation

and the goal that Aeons willed

for prospect

mining the soundless leagues

or brooding to hatch their vision

a timeless Hope

and Calcined spirit-

Golden Child!

 

Eureka!!!