Celestus

We all have a certain viewpoint of what heaven might look like

 

Celestus

An in-ordained vision of my ancestors,

before those with name,

before those with life,

just purpose.

Existence in an existential haze.

Flowing light and blushing clouds

dot the sky

of Celestus.

Glinting off the high,

windowless

towers, whiter than ivory,

just as hard and flawless as marble,

yet insubstantial

as dreams.

 

 

Wings fly with figures attached,

 

messengers of the realm

with no floor

and no sky.

An endless horizon mingling

with a misty pavement.

 

 

Celestus. Realm of the untimed.

 

Powers beyond creation.

The true endless.

Celestus.

Reviews

[A Shell]

This is a really lovely poem, makes me feel calm.
"blushing clouds" ^^ i like this phrase very much!