Sight,
fails at the place
where a mirage of ending floats.
There,
world encounters
but never embraces,
the emptiness of sky.
I am aware,
of other souls that celebrate in life
beyond the false edge of this sphere,
as we do here
but not,
in the same way.
Once crossed,
I can travel beyond this place
free of restriction,
to sail through gravity
while world wraps around it's core
ceaselessly.
Sense,
fails at the point
where an illusion of ending dances;
There,
life encounters
but never accepts,
the emptiness of death.
I do know,
of other souls that rejoice in being
beyond the insincere edge of this horizon,
as they do here
but not,
in the same way.
Once crossed,
I can travel beyond this space
free of body,
to sail through time
while awareness of being
wraps around it's soul
eternally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the idea of your poem. To cross the barrier of time and space and into another dimension is a thought worth pondering. How about the fourth dimension?