Sublime

Lost in the world , where i used to live, standing near the sea, on the cliff. The heavy tides , slapping hard on rocks, as if trying to make them stop, make them stop from dying, like they did, stop them to fall off that grid, in memory of those who jumped from that cliff, surely they must have heard of that myth, its just an odd domestic tiff. In the mildest , greenest grove, out of the calm of the coldest air, inside the swollen and lonely cove, i saw them standing there. A little while later , with the clouds all grey, i went on moving, a little bit astray , the sun redeeming light, as if punishing itself, for what they have done, for the matter of proving oneself. Black silhouettes dancing from pole to pole, i thank whatever god's maybe, for my unconquerable soul, beyond this place of heaven and hell, wherever i may be at, is a place which appears to be entirely well, and the world beyond all that. If i were gone in another life, i'll knew that earth would spin, i won't cry i'll just survive, an escape from the world i'm in. Shall i dwell in the dark forest? or shall i seek the kingdom by the sea to see, the reason i'm here, is this the place to be. Lost in the world, where i used to play, now i want to run, it was like yesterday when i wanted to stay, if i could see this glorious land once again, which now prevails in my dream, through the eyes astounded by beauty, on the ending gleam. Closing my eyes i am back from where i begun, touching the seas and the mountains, sublime like sun.