Fires, and Oceans of Darkness

A poem taken from my novel "More Than One Begnning." An existential look from a character's POV on a memory that only comes during times of dream,.

I am naked in an ocean of darkness.  I am floating with a giant fire that consumes all; but does not consume me.  There is no air and I am not for want.  I float.

And float.

And float.

And then I am failing, without falling.  I am propelled through the ocean of total night; there is something here with me of which I am aware.  A great thing.  A wondrous thing.  A thing that is becoming no more.  What was is between being and not being, and I am and was part, and no longer am.

As I float, and fall, propelled.

Without sound. 

Toward the great fire that warms but does not consume.  Another light.  Beneath and within me.  Great but not as great as the fire.

She is behind the Sun.

Always.

And I am in front.  Unable to do anything but fall ... or float

And fall and fall.  Floating.  Falling.  The world ends around me a millionth time.  One million times another one million. 

And there is always the Sun.

And there is always that which is beyond the Sun.

Reviews

[notreallyawriter]

Oh my goodness wow, this is beautiful

[Deandra Dawn]

Love the imagery in this. Thanks for sharing.

[Max64]

Thank you Deandra

[K. Louis]

this reminded me of the film waking life. I just recently saw it again last week and was reminded why i loved it so much. If you haven't seen it, you might be interested.

[Max64]

K. Louis, I'm not familiar with the movie, but looked at in on imdb - will have to DL and watch soon. Thank you for taking the time to read and review.