my Seraph

06/2014

I have dreamt of statuesque mountains

that loomed in the darkening horizon

The flowers that grew wildly in the

foreboding fields waved with the wind

Beckoning me to enter and

to cross the misty lengths

Once on the other side

there you stood gracefully at the foot

Bathed in white

and the light that surrounded you

I looked down quickly

for such radiance my eyes had not seen 

Yet the same light shined

through the opening cracks in my skin

Startled, I dared to glanced

back into your soft and understanding eyes

Mesmerized, I lifted my hands

and the skin of this life fell away

My own luminous fingers

touched your divine face

And it was there I felt

centuries of doubt wash away

Laughing, you grabbed my spirits arm

and began to lead me uphill 

Soon it started to snow

Author's Note

Reviews

[Aethereal]

We're all ready on the other side where all is light, since matter is composed of electromagnetic energy, and space and time are illusions. In our dreams, we experience the obvious, seraphim composed of light. You expressed this experience quite well within your poem through your use of symbolic “white” and “snow” to form a personification of light giving it a face, and fingers.

Such a gorgeous dream my friend, I see this vividly in front of my eyes. I really agree with Aethereal, on this one, for indeed we are already on the other side, were dreams transport us, and let our mind travel through things we never could see when we are aware in our concious state of mind. This is so real, so intens and beautiful. Your words are pure magick ;D

- Elisa xx