Inspired by, and a response to, Nette Onclaud’s: “Welcoming a new Tune”
What is it about a falling star?
Stardust tears mimicking an inevitable end
Yet, we reach higher
A palladium telescope, no longer needed.
Artificial eyes that we no longer desire.
A wanton cerebellum pulling heart’s trigger
Towards constellation's grip
Another Chopin sharp
Echoing unto sunbursts
Another accented clef breaking barriers.
The song of the wisp bellows.
Will the time arrive where one can rise into chorded incipience?
Embarking towards our heaven without any gates…
Minutes will be measured by breaths held in sincerity.
An infinite stanza
lunging my essence towards serenity’s bliss
Ah, there is indeed something about the cuddle of this mist…
©Drake J. Eszes