DEEP DARK SOUL POET
Drifting Far And Near.. - Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET
In deepest of the dark,
A spirit moves in my world,
In search of lights that floods on the clouds,
No ending for a songbird there,
Just the ticking clock,
Fate with time will know and share.
The steps will lighten and clear up the dark,
From a pen with wings,
That searches each disguise.
If it's with songs from nightingale or lark,
The word will clear and forward spirit flies.
My soul to keep, each saying as it goes,
The dawn will come,
Moving on the brightly sphere;
From intrusive, and inpenetrable throes,
Other thoughts from onward grows,
Because everything's drifting far and near.
So all insight's of intellectual first,
And second then, the poet's poetic thirst.
This sleepless dreamer descends,
Down a staircase from heaven's bind,
A collection of my deepest dreams,
No revelation of the divine.
The world invented is so rich,
So perfect in its design,
My world perceived is twisted,
Misconceived and redefined.
My fleeting memories of reality,
Shift with the sands of time,
Construction started on my world,
Built on the faults of my mind.
This sleepless dreamer transcends,
These false sorrows of our kind,
Six days rallied forth this man;
In himself, until he was satisfied.
And on the seventh day,
Regretting all....in his own blood......he resigned.
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