Child of No-time

A Poem by Zaid

Long I've gazed into misleading lines.
None made sense, they were all parallel.
Lost within them, endless, randomized,
Roamed my divine being inevitable.

Seems all have gone insane, forever gone;
implicit void of darkness lingered
Inside a mind of wonder; questions
Morn, thoughts are rigidly left wrangled.

All have been created out of the night,
The misleading lines took form at last,
And shined as a port'nt, an utter light,
Aligned with gold, I can see at last!

All have caused the blooming of the sun,
A dawn to rebirth a soul insane.
I was born seed of a star, Earth's son,
Injected by a Universe plain.

All seem to stumble upon its place:
The shimmering stars, the fluttering
Void is calm, the Flying Whale in grace,
A light from void hummed the stuttering.

All lines are crossed in sublime order,
The enlightenment of one mind,
Am i born? Am I growing older?
It is too early for me to find.