Perfection taking form.
Life behind a stem being torn.
Life behind a stem being torn.
You look up at the star lit sky.
Now delirious and feeling high.
A story that seems to be pretend.
The dimensions you travel that have no end.
Dark and dreamy nights, confusion within a safe place.
Unknown directions, loving without a trace.
Coming back to fall into the velvet sky.
My mind is hearing the sounds of a soft cry.
Cry out in love. Silently screaming my name.
Making you question yourself in your own game.
I came that night to the places I knew Id see.
Under the starlit sky seeing myself as eternal and free.
An interesting poem with some great content.
ReplyDeleteThe sky at night is a starry delight, and regardless of sight, it is picturesque might!
I enjoy your mindful thoughts on wondering and pondering on sightful wandering! Ha.
You are very clever.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.