Lost sourceI am not dead. I fell asleep.
I walked through shadows and valleys.
I reached the sea and swam along
strange creatures in undersea alleys,
until a breeze blew me ashore
and I awoke in the sunlight
of a new world and the clothes I wore
had dissolved and I felt alright
but for floods of tears that were rising fast
threatening to drown me in sorrow,
till I lifted my wings and I flew up high
to no time, to no past or tomorrow.
I saw spirits afloat, among stars, among suns
and something held all together.
I felt a great love. I had come home
to my lost source in the ether.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2011-12-21 at 18:44
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