Why not write in the infinite sky?
Why not write in the infinite sky?
So the words would flow in all directions,
We would tell stories of how it all began,
Of how thought appeared long before the stars,
And the truth was born from the absurd, the unthinkable.
Is life a drifting boat, without a rudder and captain?
The more we think, the more we lose ourselves
In the running waters that flow into solitude.
The sea doesn't know time - always a mystery -
Just like dreams, which navigate profound worlds.
With each dawn, we grow old into a new world,
Full of gaps and abysses where the future lives,
In a house with infinite doors and empty rooms.
Why not write in the infinite firmament,
Instead of on a flat computer screen?
by Airton Parra Sobreira
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
