The God that Sleeps Within

Leo's walk spirits him away from time and consequence. Journeying through the dark corridors that is the subconscious and the mechanisms that trigger the awakening of a God.

Leo grew weary of his labor for lies and deception had lost their luster.

No longer honey for the ears they became poison. 

Walking steadily he gathered all the strength he could muster.

Feeling ill he fled to the garden where his thoughts were his own. 

Alone to his heart, which fought his reason.

For deep within him a seed was sown.

Bathing in the sun's final moments it's dying breath whispering it's last light.

The pale moon rises kissing the contending stars.

Passing through the trees he came upon a burial site

The pain of death gave him pause and filled him with sorrow.

His heart grew heavy like a stone in water.

On this path he knew not if there would be a morrow.

The stars churned in the heavenly host.

Upon a grave stone he stopped and began to ponder.

Memories haunted his thoughts as a ghost.

When it had passed he felt the weight of loss.

And his pain he did gain for the seed did sprout.

Again he walked past the graves and the growing moss.

Into darkness he treaded, vast was thee unknown.

His only guide his own courage would kindle a flame.

To light the dark places where one finds oneself alone. 

Then in the far reaches of the lowest dungeon of his mind.

He felt the sting of truth no one else could he blame.

He heard it then upon the whispering wind.

Coming upon a door where the whispers grew.

Staring long and hard he pondered where it would lead.

Until curiousity urged him and he walked through.

His first step made him fall but there was no ground.

He fell through waltzing fire and restless water

Until he heard then in that moment a most curious sound.

He felt every atom teeming with life sublime

And each with a voice of their own their sound grew louder.

Still falling now it seemed in and out of time.

Events unfolded before him, the past, the present and the future all became one

He saw them through the eyes of another.

Terrible and wonderous things like the hurling sun they spun.

When the visions of generations passed and yet to come.

He saw the sun and the moon in a violent embrace.

To a splended dance of death and rebirth they did succumb. 

Gravity pulled him as he bled into the cosmic trance.

No longer a man but something else hurling through time and space.

 One he had become with this endless stellar romance.

Author's Note

Still working on this one.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very enjoyable read. Thank you for posting...:)......................

[blue cave]

well you know I just love it when the moon is kissing stars...rock!!!
terrible and wondrous...love that line...it has so much momentum...gives you that scary feeling of falling out of control
makes me wonder where your revisions will take you