Listen Carefully

Criss cross colors
And an angel on the scene
Wings like butterflys
Only with a song to sing.

Blotches of white
And a spirit sliding through
Let your limbs be loose,
And your soul be free.

Call it god, call it christ
Call it Muhammah or life,
Call it Spirit, call it Zues,
Call it an imagined muse.

Ingulf it,
Let it consume your soul,
Let the hair on your arms rise,
And your stomach glow.

Meet the universe,
The key to die,
Wrap your arms around this
And wish to fly.

Whistle along to this ancient tune,
Come together and hold on tight,
I whisper to the devil and the evenings light,
"I only care to be forgiven on this night."

Author notes

I may sound crazy, but I always have these words and lines in my head. And I never write them down, because sometimes I dont think they really make sense. But I just randomly decided one day that I should write them down as they come to me and see what the poem decides to write. I dont know if I like it yet, but you shall be the judge :]