Voiceless heart in silent thought
Myself I am, when I am;
How I was before I've brought
Into question: who am I?
In numb emotions
Life is buried,
To it till death—devotion;
Yet the end...so scared!
How to survive
This abyss dull and dark,
To keep the soul alive,
Protect its spark? —
When Love in light
I seek in heart,
Then Soul is bright,
Alive in start:
Angelic innocence its core,
Absorbed in childish game,
Eager eyes do look for more:
Beyond this life its aim!
Impalpable, floating...
Transcending Zenith,
The rhythm dancing...
Untouched beneath.
In dust of Heaven
Wings painting Life:
It flies with angels...
O! Shining, bright!
It knows the dance
As just arrived:
I am in trance...
‘Wake up to life!
Be mortal: wait...
You must return! ' —
My inner voice, a saint?
‘For one day, it's yours to turn! '
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'How to survive This abyss dull and dark, To keep the soul alive, Protect its spark? ' a beautiful stanza in a beautiful poem 'When Love in light I seek in heart, Then Soul is bright, Alive in start. Angelic innocence -its core Absorbed in childish game, Eager eyes do look for more Beyond this life -its aim.' is the answer