A man so small feels yet so much
When he lays awake for nights on end,
He longs for heaven’s blessing touch
And treasures no mortal being as much
As the mute moon – his closest, dearest friend.
Minds spin as celestial bodies in turn,
Feet trapped in place deep in earthly tar.
Say, the higher the hand, the stronger the burn
And with that each soul is eternally far
From even the closest enchanted star.
Only hearts that in loneliness unite
Wonder as they scorch and weaken:
What lies far beyond the sight
Of eyes still perplexed by familiar light
Of only a single empyrean beacon?
In the darkest times set your gaze to the skies,
Speak with no words, write with no letters;
To it reveal no truths but tell no lies,
So that distant space fire never dies,
And burns stronger than blisters from your worldly fetters.
Out of Our Minds
© Copyright: София Король, 2021
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