Dream 75: On becoming air

 

I became the soul of the air, 

That one whose form is hidden.

I was everywhere I went: 

I was in the very edge. 

I am the one who silences the sky,

I am the one who deafens the land,

I am mighty, I am rising. 

My hues foretell his hand

when he comes out of the horizon.

 

I heard the affairs of the millions; 

They wondered about me - 

though I was in their midst-

Be silent! Be still! 

Do not ask about my form.

No-one saw me; I was already.

You do not know from where I came, 

I am here before you know me.

Not even the waters saw me.

 

I came into being without them. 

The one who made me forged me in his heart.

He made me in power,

He breathed me from his breath - 

I am the one whose form is life!

I am the one who scatters the light across the sky 

with his awesome beauty.

Those who travel do not know him nor his name, 

who the sun-folk follow: the sum of the forms.

 

I grew up at his feet,

I was raised in his arms. 

He forged me in his very own heart - 

 

The fields were made for me!

 

 

allets's picture

Needs A Bit More Ego

Love tame shy poetry :D


 

 

JEHRoberts's picture

haha yes - I think if air was

haha yes - I think if air was a person it would never stop reminding you how it keeps you alive! 

allets's picture

Just Reread Poem

So much packed in there - thematically it carries the reader along emotionally, although the images are well crafted, the off centerednesses are a surprise. Well said this - slc