The world I walk through is a deep cavern
filled with cool air and brilliant water.
I jump from puddle to puddle weeping
at all the wonders my little chasm is filled with.
My feet carry me in syncopated skips to those small funnels
where the invisible breeze tickles and sings in my ears.
My breath gives me pause to reminisce on how lucky I am.
These various rhythms of enthralling fascinations
leave lasting echoes that reverberate off my cavernous edge
feeding upon one another,
until the cacophony is too painful for me to ignore.
I must rest until it passes.
...Walking with you
...that steady pace you take...
resonates against my walls.
All I have to do to is match your step
and
marvel at how the echoes sync
with every one of your resounding steps.
Each in turn, building upon the last into a glorious orchestra.
They shake my stones until one little loose rock comes plummeting down.
In its stead,
a wondrous beam of light shines radiance through my dusty air.
(sfumato)
My all enveloping world is no longer.
I know there is more for me,
far away.
A world of light,
A world of joy,
A world of love
Out beyond these beautiful walls.
...I am weak
and my world crumbles
from the beauty your footfalls have left on my soul
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
The world I walk through is a deep cavern
filled with cool air and brilliant water.
I jump from puddle to puddle weeping
at all the wonders my little chasm is filled with.
My feet carry me in syncopated skips to those small funnels
where the invisible breeze tickles and sings in my ears.
My breath gives me pause to reminisce on how lucky I am.
These various rhythms of enthralling fascinations
leave lasting echoes that reverberate off my cavernous edge
feeding upon one another,
until the cacophony is too painful for me to ignore.
I must rest until it passes.
...Walking with you
...that steady pace you take...
resonates against my walls.
All I have to do to is match your step
and
marvel at how the echoes sync
with every one of your resounding steps.
Each in turn, building upon the last into a glorious orchestra.
They shake my stones until one little loose rock comes plummeting down.
In its stead,
a wondrous beam of light shines radiance through my dusty air.
(sfumato)
My all enveloping world is no longer.
I know there is more for me,
far away.
A world of light,
A world of joy,
A world of love
Out beyond these beautiful walls.
...I am weak
and my world crumbles
from the beauty your footfalls have left on my soul
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