Fire's White Gates

Fire's White Gates

A Poem by L4rn13

I have placed this under 'journal' because I wanted to try something different. A mix of both poetry and a journal entry. Please let me know what you think. It is a snippet of meditation journey.

Some imagine Fire's Gates to be red,
But my mind's eye displayed differently.
Walking down an invisible path,
I stopped dead.
Pearly white gates before me
Securely shut.
Ironically I knocked
Bowed and called asking for entry.
But still I was blocked.
The white fire burned and danced,
Was he mad?
It had been a while since I visited
Saddened at having missed a chance.
I sit on the ground and close my eyes
Calling, asking permission,
His heat radiated gently through me
My body admitting submission.
He was overjoyed
Dancing away in his shrine
Couldn't hear the door
How I do adore Fiery,
Elemental friend of mine.
His world can be flames of red
But my eye believes that in fact
It can be any colour your mind had said

© 2013 L4rn13

Author's Note

Again this is something I wanted to try out so please leave feedback :) thank you for reading.

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Great work there friend, keep it up

Posted 7 Years Ago

Oh, I love this one. Really paints a picture.

Posted 7 Years Ago

I like your creative imagination, it reads like story, fantastic read. Beautifully done

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on October 10, 2013
Last Updated on October 10, 2013
Tags: Fire, fiery, gates, red, white, knock, visit, world



Birmingham, United Kingdom

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