Peregrinated Poems | Examples

Metamorphoses

metamorphosis

-you see roots of light, filaments:
it's a miracle speeding ponderously, splendorously
where a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes --

dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely in
where every round thing begins --

first-light at the edge of the fatal-skin you're in
rises in longing swells, the measure of your heart;
a nebulae of mystery, the numinous light of peregrinated stories --

from stars we come to stars we shall return, 
this ancient ache of longing urging us to burn, 
to shine on 'n on from inside out, 
where illumination is a fire without any doubt

I'm not worried, now, she is beautiful
no need to hurry, now, she never dies
in infinite nights, she is carried far and away ...