Calling in Silence by Fabrice Poussin

This is a lucky place
thought I as I sat in obscurity.
 
I recall no beginning
can fathom no likely exit.
 
I am, simply with a vision
housed in the noble envelope
a treasure uncertain of its form
gently inviting to the traveler.  
 
Senses beyond the earthly realm
shedding the obsolete particles
the finality of all dreams
now with certainty at hand.
 
This is a fancy world
knew I as I began to fade in eternity.
 
I now step forward in mere imagination
at last entangled in the blissful call 
of a voice universal only to my name
and I lay myself to rest upon infinity. 

About the Poet:

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review, as well as other publications.