From the Tower of Observation
by
Banks Miller
Reaching out with subtle sense,
past the horde that, roaring, rings
the shining Circle of defense,
her thought travels —
past the forbidding desert plain,
the leaguer of the Watching Things,
the silent House of the soul's bane,
the ancient Road —
beyond the slopes that lie past sight,
through the dead air unknown to wings,
up to the void bereft of light,
the perished stars.
