Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Feel your essence
The part of you that can’t be seen
Feel it rising upwards
From your relaxed body.
Your being ascends
Towards the unfathomable vastness
Higher and higher
Brushed by angelic wings
Faster and further
Until your invisible feet touch the floor
Of a pillared hall
Filled with happy faces
Stars speckle the sky
Yet your spirit enjoys the warmth
Of unending light
In this divine sanctuary
And there they are
Those you once thought departed
Smiling brightly
Wrapped in golden radiance
To you they reveal
The birth of a star, of a child
Miraculous as
Their eternal existence
But you must leave
Surrounded by their loving souls
You say farewell
And descend to your body
Open your eyes.
Breathe.
Author notes
Written for a contest. Usually I like to write rhyming poems but didn't feel it appropriate for this.
A contest entry
- Outer Space and other Strange places by islekine.
700 points, ended September 13, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Round two....for those who didn't win round one... by islekine.
790 points, ended October 3, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Thanks for entering round two!
Best wishes always!
-
Wonderful piece!
I love to let my spirit soar...as I said to another entry...I don't like to fly physically...in planes...BUT I love to fly this way!
Well penned!
Thanks so much for entering!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on!
and
-
Transcendent is the only word I can use to descibe this piece. I actually bacame more relaxed as I read it. The images are drawn in such a soothing simple cadence that I felt drawn in . The way you returned to the begining at the end made me think of the ancient symbol for infinity,that of a snake swallowing it's tail ,which mirrors the feeling of life as a circle which is what I got from this wonderful poem.
-
I had to read this three times to take in all the epic and still don't have anything worthwhile to say but I guess another face works. *_____*
Well I guess I can say something. It's ind of mantra-like. I felt compelled to close my eyes and envision everything as I was reading it. But then I realized I can't read with my eyes closed so I had to use my imagination as a screen instead of the back of my eyelids...
~Sparrow
Adding your comment:
