I've flown across the Universe
bathed in the worlds tears.
Held souls in my hand
stepping on distant stars
while painting the quasars, always looking
for a safe place to land -
Space dust, human rust
man's endless lust, pollution
upon my soul, that was created clean and free.
A galaxy of lies, hate and greed
won't fill the need, born from beyond
inside of me -
Through the cold of empty space
I seek what I need to pass
the dark of night.
Steeling my face
searching for the place, where love
comes out right -
I need forever love
the kind the Cosmos are made of.
Ground upon which I can stand.
My heart has will, and
I am cosmic... but still...
just a man -
A refined poetic imagination, Smoky Hoss. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This write is boundless in scope and conception, yet driven by warm human feelings. I especially like these lines: .I NEED FOREVER LOVE/ THE KIND THE COSMOS ARE MADE OF. Searching for love tunes you in, so you know that love went into making the cosmos. My eye was caught by the title, because I too wrote a poem titled COSMIC MAN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey, smoky! good to see this one i hadn't seen before. i see the richard rohr quote. you may know he lives here in albuquerque where i also live. his quote reminds of philippians 2: 5-11... since God is love, love is the ground, the origin, of all that call us back to itself. be well, brother. -glen