Paper-Thin Paintings

Written by: Ian Petch

Breaking through the darkest night, suffering no more
My dreams are of a deeper place, everything adored
Everything alive, now there’s no such thing as death
Eternity accounted for within a single breath

Walking through an open door, leaving thoughts behind
I drift beyond the maddening love I couldn’t find
Nothing is forgotten, but I can forgive it all
So much truth ahead of me, even if I fall

Flying through the brightest sky, absorbing every sight
Reflections made of paper-thin paintings of the night
A thousand words for every scene, changing them to day
The poetry I leave behind will always keep me safe

Shifting through to higher realms, its beauty washing clean
The ways in which I never could hold my self-esteem
Perspective of the infinite through knowledge I have found
I trust this deeper wisdom to translate all sight and sound

Awakening the visions that have always pulled me near
Rebirth to every corpse of truth in a world dying from fear
An energy envelopes us that asks for our hearts
Discovering that there is more to us was way back at the start