A Collection of Poems

044: Full Circle

For this poem, I tried a poetic approach to magic and spell-casting, and my ultimate inspiration of this is quite a scene. In a far-away place, probably neverland, I imagine myself lying on the grass under stars and the moon, while I meditate upon the existence of the universe. I tried to focus on the essence of natural beauty, the overwhelming feeling of being able to appreciate the small things that most people don't notice. I think it is majestic, but calm and quiet in a sense.

XLIV

FULL CIRCLE

The first binding of sunset

Upon the shade of the sky

And the calling of shadows

As the breeze picks up its pace

And the peace lies to unfold

All thoughts collide

And what is left is awe

And a travelling soul

The second binding of moonlight

Upon the clearing of clouds

And the smothering of gradients

As the gale slows down in flow

And the serenity crashes a wave

All emotions collide

And what is left is wonder

And a searching soul

The third binding of starlight

Upon the twinkle of dreams

And the waking of spirits

As the air cools to a chill

And the tranquility fills the horizon

All dimensions collide

And what is left is amazement

And a quiet soul

The fourth binding of midnight

Upon the aurora of heavens

And the sleeping of consciousness

As the breath touches my skin

And the silence whispers a cry

All lives collide

And what is left is majesty

And a bare soul