In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
Sadness disappears, slipping silently away,
Soothing solace settles, softly in its stay.
Serenity surrounds, stilling storms within,
Sustaining soulful smiles, succumbing to a grin.
Soothing, serene, sublime, and sweet,
Sorrow’s sway subsides, simplicity to meet.
Sunshine seeps, shedding light on the soul,
Spirits soar, sensations of serenity unroll.
Lingering in the sky, billowing shapes in white,
A blissful serenade of clouds in flight.
Brightly lit by the sun, they offer a view sublime,
Happiness that soars as high as time.
Soft and fragile, a tapestry in light,
Dreams of future glee that take to flight.
The sky is swept away, with clouds upon its path,
A smile of promise, bearing moments of peace and calm.
Vast and sweeping, like a beautiful painting in grey,
A gentle reminder of what it means to be free.
I cast my poetry
deep into space.
To the brightest of stars
or a shadowy place.
For the love of a friend
or a means to an end,
words drifting so softly
as a feather in the wind.
To a hope of the peace
so often denied.
On the breath of this poet
that true hearts supplied.
Through the cracks and the crevices
of the walls we have built.
For the leaves on the trees
just beginning to wilt.
Traveling through time
on the river of rhyme,
may our hearts be flung open
and our souls left sublime.
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