The ethereal hum of forgotten dances
Pulses liminally through stolen glances
Woven inward and outward through stories of time
Anatomically spiralled through the rhythm of this rhyme
Echoed wisdom stains the mirror of my heart
As glass fragments shatter and tear me apart
Divulging the illusions that clouded my vision
Now connecting the dots, sending me on my mission
How does it feel to be made of love?
To know only the frequency of the heavens above?
This mystical mountain we are all slowly climbing
Isn’t about the peak but about continuously finding
And unwinding the spiral of existence itself
As the fire burns and the ice caps melt
As the earth calcifies and the air thickens
And all the meanwhile, life on earth sickens
Until, a crack in the surface reveals
A truth we have always thought to be real
A glistening flow, a red hot flame
A lightening bolt sent down with the thunder of the rain
As we all jolt up in the midst of the night
The message is clear: “it all started with light”
And our hearts explode, for now they know
They are safe now, we can all return home.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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Enjoyed it. Earth is sickening and we must raise awareness.
A clear message of love that you express in an expressive way. How does it feel to be made of love? - Very adorable question.