The Poem For the Future

The poem that I write, Is the one that I fantasize of writing The one that my muse, celestial being Made of mysterious essence, Regards as the celebration of my fall, Here, in a world devoid of meaning! This poem recounts of how The shadows of my life Get dissipated As love resolves its senseless issues, And kisses its broods With the lips of my passionate tugs! This poem recounts of how The climb back to the heavens Will be smooth, Laden with light hearts, Laughing souls, And fragranced with flowers, All having true and pure love, Engraved on their petals! This poem recounts of how The life that I lived here Turned out to be magical Having, as guide, the angels, Who kept whispering to my ears That I am to keep on believing in faith, That I am to bear in mind, That the cause of life Remains the ascent into the spiritual realm! This poem recounts of how The bits and the pieces of my toils here Had their own purposes, And how, They helped me build myself up Into what I ended up being, A Goddess, fallen, for the sake of love, But saved, by the comforting arms Of that same love! Pray, this poem is a celebration love Though it be written today, Someday, I shall read it to Love, And tell him, I kept my hope high, I kept treading in marshy lands, I kept swimming with sharks And I kept having dinner with vipers, Knowing that somehow, Someday, Your grey veil of negativity Would be lifted And you would pull me Into the garden of eternity As it was deemed By the Gods themselves! 3 September 2019