Windmill
The road leads to old windmill
Soul like grain is processed by the mill
The very presence of the mill
Surreal will make you feel
The orb is like science filled dream
Beautiful and bizarre crystal forms create waves that will swim
In this dream
They are of mesmerizing radiance forming shape of a soul that will gleam
The orb controls laws of universe
One who has the orb cans transverse
Whole universe
And change its very laws by a simple verse
The road to the mill is filled with catkin during spring
Song as beautiful as essence of divine spirit nightingale will sing
That like the softest bell will ring
Singing ballad about everything
The second orb controls laws of destiny
The destiny that limited only by its definition will be
Destiny beyond continuity
Is still destiny
What such orb will see is hard to describe
Even for best scribe
It is the most breathtaking beauty that its name in soul of divine will inscribe
The most spellbinding magnificence of any tribe
The third fourth and so on orb will grow further still
And all of the orbs are processed by the mill
The very soul of universe the windmill
Will reveal
The orb of destiny
Has its own special beauty
What mathematical nirvana and first orb to the world will be?
That is what their reflections to Omni verse will be
That starts growing process in continuity
Yet destiny
Can be beyond all continuity
And there lies orbs’ majesty
Omnipotence that fallows Immortality
Even immortality that beyond reflection of the first orb will be
Subservient to orb of destiny
And that orb reflects my love’s beauty
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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