The lantern of my consciousness is always lit, a guide, on the dark path of understanding - as I rise myself from sleep, her currents revel in my being.
We, children of a gasp of air, as imperfect and vulnerable as a human being can possibly be, find each other in a memory - How short is our casted spell, how beautiful the notion of an end - like night falling from every particle of a sunset-stricken day.
And the subtlety with which it happens makes the act of disappearing almost unreal - yet supremely unforgiving - as the breaking is, of the shell where the truth of nature dwells tucked in.
And all I wish is, to lay in a field with the Moon’s hand upon my forehead, and the wind carrying my scent - to dress the necks of the flower gardens, and the pens of the poets - as the stars above my dreamy-eyes hold hands with their inescapable violence.
I wish to lay in that field and be at peace with every fracture of the world, and every wound of myself - To hear the water curl up in waves,
and the trees sway their branches to the heavens - while not my mind, but my heart, falls in love with the very essence
of the fleetingness of our predicament.
And when the children face the obstructions imposed to them - that are man-made and undoubtedly against their spirit - may the wind tell them that every word that came through me is a reminder that they are free -
that the freedom of the cosmos is the same force that runs through the red rivers of their pure hearts and the rocky mountains of their milky-coloured bones - and holds the truth of all their dreams and imagination.
May the wind tell them that I too am here -
where spring turns to summer, and the only certainty there’ll ever be is the rising of the sun in the east - I only have the waters and the stars to hear all the secrets I want to keep, and one day,
when the sparrows make their nests and start to sing in the summer shade,
I will perish.
I too am here -
where love breaks every barrier, and darkness is made easier to bear each time we kiss - not denying, but embracing the multitudes of my humanity with the reverence of a worshiper accepting communion, and I love completely, and deep -
and though at times I’ve felt like sinking in its immensity, the depth never failed me – It remade me.
The lantern of our consciousness is always lit, a companion on the dark path of becoming - as we lay ourselves to sleep, her currents revel in our being.
And the promise of a sunken day takes part in the west, as the children smile in a mirror I hold up to their faces – we are remade - as the promise of morning is,
each time the sun chases the night away.
from 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺
#arayofsigh #arayofsighpoetry #poemoftheday #writingoftheday #writingpoetry #contemporarypoetry #consciousness #selfawareness #explorationofself #obeservation #innerstate #innerpeace #freedom #freehumanity #freethechildren #womenartists #womenpoets #womenempoweringwomen #fracturedperceptions #onlove #lovepoems #naturepoems
Comments