Twilit night. Flying stars. A kaleidoscope to my eyes. Vastness in its purest form. An endless vision to truly unseeing eyes. Merely a glance of brilliance. Every answer to every question one can possibly conceive, and yet, a web of sight, of flashing mystery, Pandora’s box in a great black ocean, kept by Orion in silence. Unseen envy. Lasting faiths which no taunting may veer. No straight roads to be found. With lights blazing ahead, just drive on whatever current is with you. Glide. Fly. Swim. All through an intangible body. Discrete yet in describable. Words chosen with minimal meaning. Meaningless. Infinite. Too grand a treasure for one’s own adorning. And as midnights’ blanket becomes unveiled, what was not lit is now bathed in an ethereal glow. Soft as a flowers petal to a morning dew. The lamps go out and this road ends until dreams become reality and all that may be are never ending skies.
~R.B.
mikanji · Mon Oct 09, 2006 @ 10:58pm · 2 Comments |