Tunnel At the End of the Light
Hills endlessly roll
Nostalgia enters the soul
The towering oaks cast shadow
Upon a beautiful meadow
The marsh marigold’s smell
Excites the senses as well
Water springs from the well
Old oak has a story to tell
The sharp rocks separate land from the sea
Man wonders about his destiny
He wishes to be free
But all in front of him is horizon’s infinity
The sunset is beautiful
Orange violet gold
The spirit is now full
As the night will unfold
The silver blue moon
Shines upon the lagoon
The eerie mist covers the world
Depth of the night now man will behold
But in pitch blankness there is light
That is visible in the night
It is the sleeping eye
Now open ornamenting the sky
Next to it another eye
And another eye
As one looks at the sky
They form vortex the way they lay
Vortex is gate way to immortality
Only if true meaning comes with it soul can be free
A vortex is immortality
But this is the vortex and ultimate meaning will set me free
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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