A Hidden Master

 
How long unseen?
How long indeed

Mighty his thoughts, lonely his soul
The Master’s sacrifices were great indeed
Atonement of itself
Imbibed into refraction

How long unseen?
How long indeed

Gravitas immense
Unkind flame, dwindling in sight
Yet unseen, burns bright
With waxen hands he builds

He weaves all that others graciously accept of him
Into something great, he knows

How long unseen?
How long indeed

Hidden in the shadows of your ideas he grows
Plucking at the notes
Melodious infraction of the void
Employed with wisdom

Logical constriction of the facts
The only path the Master seeks
Between the spheres

The third of the two, the greatest of yes and no
He knows no further

He knows the furthest for

How long unseen?
How long indeed

Can you sense him deep inside, being a being further than yourself?