The Spell of Being

The Spell of Being

I am without time.

I am all times.

I am a speck of dust

I am a mountain of stone.

I am without form.

I am all forms.

I am the last Spark of Hope

I am the Inferno of Creation

I am the unseen Past.

I am the unknown Future.

I am the soft sigh of Death

I am the gale of Chaos

I am without Life

I am without Death

I am a silent Tear

I am an unbroken Wave

I am Spirit without form

And I am Form in Spirit

I am not

I am.

 

Banfiadh-2017

Faith

The morning trickles by languidly

Indolent seconds hand crawls, eyeless

Scribed in winsome remembrance

Soft treasures measured in rhapsody

Rebellious in reluctance of motion

Eternities die upon an eyelash dewdrop

Framed by golden halos in cerulean prism

Time captured, waits idly upon the shelf

Each moment distilled from priceless memory

Gleaned from precious moments spent with you

Words and thoughts flow in symphony

Brush’s dancing across invisible canvas

Seeking true form and shape of moments past

They glide swiftly ahead seeking true form

Restlessly awaiting our tomorrow’s

Breath parting waiting lips

Eternity poised upon finger tips

Future memories unfold in ecstasy

Within the moments dreaming

 

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