Soul Serenity
A field of grass
converts into a bed of distress
when I glance at the infinite sky
The clouds sailing like
white ships in the ocean
of the heavens
guided by the blow of the universe
I snap a photo of this beauty
with my eyes and I shut them tight
The image is a seed and
my mind is the soil
In the future, when you want
to start a fire again, I will
close my eyes and stare at the sky
My skin will burn and I will melt
My ashes dissipate into the atmosphere
carried by the wind
but my soul will evaporate
into the promised land
with guidance from the Sun
Copyright © Elena De'Orio | Year Posted 2012
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