My thoughts are chemicals.
I am made of recycled cells
That I ingest, I take in what's best
For optimal health, active or at rest.

My DNA as mysterious as the Cosmos,
The Cosmos less of a mystery than Ocean floors.
I come from the Ocean, an awesome notion,
A family with all others, every Thing is a cousin.

My ancestors all made it to reproduction.
I am assembled, through history, through selection.
My traits have been crafted, positively reacted.
Nurtured by Nature, genes that have lasted.

I am made from the stars,
Drink water that passed through dinosaurs.
I experience Life, though filled with a bounty of strife,
Through eyes of a Human, intelligence my paradise.

And though my species feels more advanced
And in control of a world we craft with our own hands,
We are not self-efficient, resources increasingly deficient,
A virus to be easily shaken, in which the planet would not be missing.

I have a fleeting gift,
Amidst the destruction that here lives,
And that is my consciousness,
No fear of abyss, no promise of bliss,

But in my spark of a lifetime,
Seemingly insignificant, and that's fine,
I have inside endless thoughts with my mind,
No need of afterlife with a gift so divine.

Hushed is the night
In a chariot,the gentle moon rides
Elated, in the stillness of the night.

Mesmerised
Are the glittering stars,
Not few,but infinite..

In awe
Of their unison,
Effulgent and content too,
Now, The sky.

Gratified seeing the accord,
I asked,
Will you visit her discreetly tonight?
Her radiance might astound you!
Such is my love's demeanour
Utmost and divine..

She was an Enigma.
A source of awe.
Some called her the calm before a storm
While
Others felt she was the destruction after.
Few noticed
(and rightly so)
That she was neither.
She was the storm itself.
Yet, not one of destruction.
For, no part of hers was ever generic.
She was a silent storm
Of calm, of hope, of love.
She was the whirlwind
That brought you out of
The abyss of negativity.
She was that gust of wind
That pushed you to be the best version of yourself.
She was the storm that you'd embrace
To realise;
She was the serendipity-
The happy accident-
That you never saw coming.

you are city buses
and rain slicked streets.
and your neon heart pulses a mile a minute
but i have never seen someone so captivating.
youre an old apartment
with concrete walls
and sometimes in the winter the cold creeps in
but you never know whether to smother it with blankets or to leave.
youre midmorning traffic jams
but instead of anger you accept it and you sit in the car and you soak up life like a wildflower and ive never wanted to be the sun more.

Time’s long fingers have worshiped
Round the gentle spot

Where you sit in my mind…so

Still.

Grounded vibrancy of ethereal compassion.

Striating. Colors…of sweet earth, you are.

Aromatic deliciousness thickens as you sit at my thought

Table.

Honey softening my world.
Feeding me
…with time’s long fingers.

Eyes, orb as exploding stars,
Weighted light of hair rushing,
Held extremities, nimbus limbs,
Eons' spring, singularity crushing.

Above woodland birds  .  .  .
Feathered cloud on mountain top,
  .  .  .  Eagle lands on spruce.

Oh Inspiration, such a marvelously beautiful maiden she is, though always comes in late and when less expected. With sweet yet swift voices and tender touches, slowly involves you in a world full of splendor and awe. A world like you never seen before, and where with her help you create more and more! Such splendid sightings often fall in the depths of the unknown, due to everyday's troubles and struggles if not carefully and without ever for one second losing focus, immediately recorded.

Oh, the good times I spent with her on through the night, and all the wonders she helped me build!


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