Once I met a strange being
All were somber, all were three, and all were me
The air thick with blemish and denial
The dark sky pressed down with the stellar heavens speedily
I stood on fragments of eroding cradle rocks above the abyss
Watching myself prepare to feed me to the dimensionless darkness below
When the oppressive clouds cracked, to allow a beam of the sun's bliss
And a distant sound of contagious laughter that made the barren land yield and grow
In my full glare life flourished
The gloomy hue vanished
Along with the heaviness of heart as I felt a hand on my shoulder
Where is my fear? Where did it go, my anger?
I turned my glance to see whose healing hands I had lost them to
I saw something I could not describe
It wafted above the abyss with no sure footing, having all the seeming of a being so true
And for the first time in eons, with my heart and not muscles, I laughed and cried
Happiness, selflessness personified
The savior of a crumbling world whose god could do nothing
Pure essence of light that pierce the hide
That men use to cover their hearts within
Who dares to call such a one, a man!
I do, for in the end I saw his face
Rather I would say he is not a mere man
But a poem sent to fix poets all the same
A creature that corrects the creation of gods incapable
What is his weapon? A laugh irresistible
Today it is not a maiden that forces my pen
But a friend Elohim, to me, sent
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
