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.
Tag: witness
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Impromptu poem
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A Big Red Star
A Big Red Star
There is a big red star in the sky
It is the brightest and the largest of them all
It is the leader and the protector of the other stars
It is the source of light and warmth for us allIt has been there since the beginning of time
It has witnessed the birth and death of many worlds
It has seen the rise and fall of many civilizations
It has heard the songs and stories of many soulsIt will be there until the end of time
It will outlive us and our descendants
It will remain faithful and loyal to its duty
It will shine with grace and beauty
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