A beautiful organismA Poem by agalata15On the third Sunday I thought I heard your voice You called my name And I whispered I’m here your image collapsed One particle at a time I slit open my heart And poured the particles in Now I carry your image In my blood And it cools those fires Raging beneath my skin
And I hate the way The light reflects Off your eyes and absorbs every Frequency but brown
I fell into those lakes Deeper than any man Has any reason to go
I burned And in flames I emptied out my spirit Gave it up and slipped through the cracks in the ceiling
floating in empty space in outer darkness a self inflicted isolation a complete disorganization of the senses a purposeful rejection of the search for the divine led me straight to the divinity itself
seek and you shall find
I told him it hurts too much Ill only be a cancer To your beautiful organism A cell whose darkness Consumes And burns from within
And he calmed me With a cooling touch Of his fingertips On my feverish scalp And the years fell away One at a time All at once I lost All the dark I’d carried On my back Drowning in oxygen And I felt the love
I was home and I didn’t even know I had one my messiahs eyes said it all and he said you’re forgiven give it up you are home
I cried and my tears Became a river of light Drifting along the fringes Of a newly born universe And those drops Will populate Immeasurable hearts and souls Of beings that have been In my fathers heart For eternity
And your sorrow shall be The light for Infinite joys And your dark Will be the light For infinite eons Traveling at speeds Only those beams can achieve And reach the eyes of those Whose sorrows will One day light Their own universe
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