The dirt beneath the sand

And when the sun stopped shining
and the darkness bore a whole
he wandered off – and when alone
he’d ponder of the soul

For without – would thought return
or philosophy withdraw
or walk the road less travelled on
or fall beneath the floor

The floor that opened when least expected
and when least he wanted to
and delved into the depths least sought
beneath his sullen hue

How to reach – to stretch and find
the avenue of light
and fall into her earthly charm
and cherish her delight

In the middle – there’s a way
to relish and resolve - 
the treasure trove of mortal heart - 
one worships when absolved

But what of where he’d been to - 
was that a forgotten land - 
or something to remember 
like the dirt beneath the sand.