Under the vault of starry skies,
I lost my Self through open eyes.
I spread out through that vast light cloud,
and heard the wordless word aloud.
I lost my Self through open eyes?
How’d I stretch to infinite size?
I heard a wordless word aloud?
How’d I Know what was wrapped in shrouds?
How’d I stretch to infinite size —
and all between sun’s set and rise?
How’d I Know what was wrapped in shrouds —
secrets felt; not spoken out loud?
I died between sunset and rise,
under that vault of starry skies.
I could feel, but not speak out loud
as I floated in that light cloud.
A great poem that reflects the unknowns, to a slight comprehension of reality.
We always take what we can get, inevitably. Then, we leave the rest to another’s appetite, unless we are that greedy.
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Oh it makes me want to go there… beautiful
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Wonderful
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Cool wordplay!
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Beautiful poem. I love the flow I’m so glad you posted it!!!
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