I am an ethereal spirit
a fully conscious mind
destined to wander forever
through trackless space and time.
I was born at the very first
when I saw the light
as the swirling black hole burst
into the ebon night.
I have since lived lives galore
dwelt in flesh and in bone
known sweet peace and bitter war
was loved and was left alone.
But now I sense my time has come
a fate I can't avoid
poised above vortex'es hum
gazing into the void.
As my time winds down to nil
I look back at all my lives
death is just another thrill
and ever the spirit survives.
I resist the terrible taunting urge
to watch as time and space unbend
for I know that I'll emerge
as starlight out the other end.
Gorgeous! Wonderful insights
Gorgeous! Wonderful insights and beautiful resolution "I know I'll emerge as starlight..." well done! Much enjoyed. Best blessings Ss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Imho you arean immortal
Imho you arean immortal soul... a very necessary puzzle piece in the fabric of creation
Transcending time and space,
Transcending time and space, and this brief, earthly adventure, you expand our vision to include our true existence, and you do it with regal style and hypnotic musicality. A thrilling, elevating and eloquent inner journey. Love it!
Because I am not good at the
Because I am not good at the ballad form, I applaud any Poet who is, and this is certainly a poem to applaud. I admire the way you take the commonplace ballad form and put it to the service of metaphysics and cosmology, very deep concepts conveyed in such a melodic piece. Had Plato written his ideas like this, instead of in the Dialogues, I might have stayed awake better in that class, forty-six years ago this month
Starward
Thank you, Starward.
Thank you, Starward.
My Secret River
You're welcome. I think your
You're welcome. I think your poem is a textbook example of how to write a viable, functional, and beautiful ballad. And although, as I said earlier, I have no ability with the form, if I ever try one, I shall sure refer to your poem as a model.
Starward