Gifted By The Gods - Poem by Blue Angel
Yes, the ones touching the event.
Free will met destine as theirs by choice.
The couple free together as one moisture.
A Mago and a Witch, a Guru and a Goodness,
Humans as two bodies awakening awareness.
The elements strengthening injection,
Mystic encounter whispered by the motion.
All wishes available to be wished,
None asked, taken, nor negotiated.
Perfect System of the elements,
Water for the wood to grow,
Fire to burn the wood to mundane,
Earth to help Metal.
Yin and Yang met alive.
The water all around,
Both of them above on a bed of wood,
Skin desire burning humans for fire figurative fix.
Wind blown the last incensed flame,
For the ashamed to feel cold, strong man warm inside.
Instinctively they didn’t purposely want to wear any metal,
But had to bring their keys. A METAL.
Metal keys to set them apart,
Driving them away, setting the cycle,
Right after, again to begin.
To shower, water washed their fire to Earth,
Growing trees of knowledge,
Depleted into poetry,
Inspirations from Earthy life, apart.
Guilty feelings, predictions, vacation,
Metal tools, engagement, rings,
Metal again, into the cycle, apart.
Yes, The Gods are proud,
They made it through,
Both Ways, Ying and Yang,
Met half ways, Only Once, to burst
The Perfect Cycle.
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