In an abstract amethyst - Original poem
In an abstract amethyst
of my twisted DNA network,
a sleeping voice will wake up
and tell me about dreams.
The feathers of my gnawed wings
they explain to the days
that their today blurred, painted flights
colored the twilight.
that was lost in an amethyst abstract.
He will advance to meet me
talking to me between hisses and murmurs
with a gaze on
in a place of geometric earth
where he meditates, without moving, time.
or dreaming.
the disinherited mind.
I can't see out of my head.
Everything is linked inside,
dreams that daydream.
Even Love is a shared experience
by another Consciousness that connects everything
what it is and what it has been, to be.
swimming in my conscience.
fragmented into dreams.
The half-truths that speak to hearts
in the being of the Origin, they whisper to me: Dream...
The dream is the seed of life,
life is a dream dream.
08/06/2019
Re edition of the original published on13/11/2018
Twilight by Bessi
Purple Crystal by Skitterphoto
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A wonderful esoteric piece. Nicely done:)
Many thanks, Pryde. It's an honor to have your consideration.
A terrific poem of the inner self… of the more within ourselves revealed in dreams. I think we all feel this way at times. I know I certainly do:
Your deep perception shakes me, @momzillanc.