Teach me Things

Teach me things I do not know.
Speak to me of sighing wind,
the half light and the wayward sun
in motion slow upon the meadow and the sea,
the darkness in the fathoms laid below,
the heaven’s depths,
the heights of hell,
the warp and woof of love,
the midnight bell that summons ghost to ghost,
the songs the sirens sang
to shear away the wanderer
from all his homeward hope,
the envied tongue that sears
a rival’s worded flesh,
the hymns that sound the world
with sleep
or thunder judgment into quaking knees.