"Everlasting Reverberations of the Spirit"
I track down my comfort, my everlasting reprieve,
An embroidery of dreams, woven with stardust strings,
Unfurls before me, as I rest my tired head.
Underneath the moon's delicate, silver shine,
I meander where the antiquated streams stream,
Their waters murmur privileged insights to the earth,
A story of birth, of death, of interminable resurrection.
The breeze, a delicate, ghastly hand,
Touches leaves, similar to grains of sand,
In woods profound, where shadows play,
I track down a way to direct my direction.
Through emerald woods and knolls wide,
I walk the way where mysteries stow away,
An orchestra of nature's melody,
In each stirring leaf, I have a place.
The songbird, a maestro inconspicuous,
Sings a tune, unadulterated and peaceful,
Its voice a signal in obscurity,
A beacon for the lost, a flash.
As I venture through this twilight labyrinth,
I'm lost in a nighttime, brilliant murkiness,
In any case, in the tranquility, I'm in good company,
For each tree and stone I've known.
The universe, an infinite ocean,
Whirls with systems, a tremendous pronouncement,
Furthermore, I, a bit in this excellent plan,
Track down comfort in the glorious.
In the profundities of my spirit, a fire consumes,
An enthusiasm forever, an affection that longs,
To contact the core of the universe tremendous,
Also, know the insider facts that time everlasting has amassed.
I contact the far off stars,
Their light an aide from lands a far distance,
In their splendor, I track down my direction,
Through the endless evening and into day.
The star groupings, antiquated stories told,
Of legends, divine beings, and secrets untold,
I follow their examples with respectful eyes,
As I mull over the vast skies.
The moon, a gatekeeper in the evening,
Washes the world in its brilliant light,
Enlightening the way I track,
As I meander where dreams are reproduced.
With each step, I abandon the world,
What's more, enter a domain of the heart and brain,
Where existence join together,
In the domain of the everlasting evening.
The world underneath blurs from view,
As I rise to domains again,
A universe of dreams, of expectations, of fears,
An embroidery woven as the years progressed.
Somewhere out there, I see a sparkling entryway,
An entry to a heavenly state,
Where spirits track down rest, and dreams take off,
In the domain of the everlasting evening.
I go through the entryway with anxiety,
Into a domain of unadulterated creative mind,
Where dreams become reality,
Also, the spirit is vast in its essentialness.
I stand on the shores of a silver ocean,
Its waves a dance of serenity,
The stars above reflected in its profundities,
A mirror to the universe, where wonder won't ever ebb.
I dunk my hand into the ethereal tide,
Also, feel the universe stream all over,
Each drop a story, a second in time,
In the ocean of time everlasting, where everything is great.
I stroll along the shore, my feet in the sand,
As I navigate this mysterious land,
A place where there is dreams, of expectations, of unending chance,
In the domain of the timeless, where everything is free.
The sky above is a material of dreams,
A kaleidoscope of varieties and plans,
I watch as heavenly bodies show some signs of life,
Furthermore, systems whirl in divine conflict.
I lie on the ocean front and look at the stars,
Their light an indication of what our identity is,
Endless creatures, associated with the universe,
In the domain of the timeless, where all streams.
As the night gives way to the day break,
I feel a feeling of harmony and wonder,
For in this domain, I've seen as my home,
Where the spirit is allowed to wander.
The sun rises, a brilliant circle,
Its light banishing all uncertainty and dread,
I realize that I should get back to the world underneath,
In any case, the reverberations of the everlasting will constantly shine.
In the calm profundities of night, where stars light,
I track down my comfort, my everlasting rest,
An embroidery of dreams, woven with stardust strings,
Unfurls before me, as I rest my fatigued head.
Also, however I return to the world's hug,
I convey with me a follow,
Of the everlasting reverberations in my spirit,
As I venture on towards my definitive objective.
In this way, let us embrace the night's hug,
Also, let our fantasies take off and pursue,
The reverberations of the everlasting in our souls,
As we set out on life's vast expressions.
THE END