To Find Another Mind Poem by jodde taylor

these, travels, lift the soul
all things expected,
find, a trace
living beyond, a world.

In shallow realms,
scrapped and given
to such inspires
a heart, desigined.

Journeys move,
in shapes, of rocks
to all men,
a time, is lost.

Inhaling intuition,
which, fragrantly seeds
a land misgiven,
sheltered woes, and endless plots.

To all, a fair and trivial, remorse
jelly fish scrumble
for vacant tones,
the eyes awaken.

A voyage
and there,
we assemble ourselves,
giving light
to finally reach
a place aligned,
this place, our place.

A hand rocks, in furious storms,
forever now, forever more
cast and relinquished
is this oasis,
I call it home,
and fall, with the virtues,
of atonement,
flourishing with gales.

Written with silence,
though heavy,
I try to understand
the sun now perched
in the hands of man.

O'thou we shall rise,
this sunset, lays upon our tomb,
in this, the very essence,
we accomplished,
something worth giving,
we serenaded our mortality.

A solace interlude,
the chariots carried
our veracity,
through every dimension
our hands grasped paradise,
for one, brief second.

We discovered the albatross,
it was, the sacred things,
which lay among us,
in the upheaval, of a tempestuous storm,
to cling to life,
and bare our soul.

We find another mind,
within our destiny,
surging, thriving, amidst intensity
our will survives....