From the Beholder

I was of three minds

One, the beauty of inflections

Two, the hunt for mystery

Three, the indecipherable cause

 

These were just my belongings

The imagined golden birds?

The loving songs that would

Not rest in my heart

 

An immense dew of seeking

That would not rest

No matter how much I tried

To live a normal life

 

I was of three hearts

Receptive, aggressive and mystical

These were the water, flames and flakes

Of my material of mind

 

I was a drop of ether

Left to color the lightning

As the light meets

A young alligators in the eyes. 

 

Reviews

[Alan L Boles]

some beautiful imagery and provoking, for my mine wonders in this with each line, well done