Day 57 of 100 - TOUCH THE STAR
Entering dreamstate.
Not thinking along.
Even now somebody's hitting a bong.
Holding his breath and the magic in lungs.
Hearing the truth in the oldest of songs.
Music's for soul.
It speaks to us all.
Above every tongue.
It's destroying the wall.
Cultural programming dropped like a ball.
Are you still not hearing the call?
Voices of mind saying - stay tall.
For there are dreams when we're ready to die,
Falling from heights monstrously high.
Then we wake up - questioning why.
How could it feel so real when it's not?
You're touching the star with your eye, it's a knot.
Everything happens at once - you are loved!
It is the end of day 57 and spellmaker is confident! He's staying tall!
Have magical dreams - life has more than it seems!
Animation By @zord189
Brutally excellent poem. The cosmic topic is what I love the most... While I was reading your poem, somehow that elegant flow got me feeling like I'm floating through space.
I didn't want to fall down and wake up :D :D I need that space ;)
Thanks! That's my favorite subject too. It could be looked on from every side!
Your words mean a lot, they inspire!
Thanks once again!