Melancholy of Maturity

How went

Away smells of paper and sun

All the solemn excitement of

The visions that ran

Through the thoughts, colours, sounds

­—Bring together the books, ink, guitar!

Let’s construct out of them Thought-Friends

Like my father did

Here now I am — in the peace of the One

And senses are servants

And the healing is done

Through life came an action

And excitement’s aimed at

People and living and the Fate of the Man

—In my warm embrace sweetly distracted child

That still creates visions—

(Now it has my presence

—So just for the sake

Of the Creation)

art by @celebrateandcreateiceland