Lost source

I am not dead. I fell asleep.

I walked through shadows and valleys.

I reached the sea and swam along

strange creatures in undersea alleys,

until a breeze blew me ashore

and I awoke in the sunlight

of a new world and the clothes I wore

had dissolved and I felt alright

but for floods of tears that were rising fast

threatening to drown me in sorrow,

till I lifted my wings and I flew up high

to no time, to no past or tomorrow.

I saw spirits afloat, among stars, among suns

and something held all together.

I felt a great love. I had come home

to my lost source in the ether.

Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2011-12-21 at 18:44

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Peter J. Kautsky
enjoyed this very much, it resonates with me as one finding oneself in a better and original place.

Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
Magical, Mystical, Mortal.
Not an easy task to convey that all three exist simultaneously within us and around us.

Good writing transforms the imagination. This is great writing!

It takes a certain magic to turn a dream into words. This one sparkles!

Reminds me of one of my inspirations H. P. Lovecraft, lovely.
Blessed be (it's a Witch thing)

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A pleasure to read.

Thanks for this