Hello my Precious Lovelies,
I remember the days when even the most mundane objects or days could inspire me. Over the years I lost the light within me that constantly kept me inspired. I’m gradually getting it back, but that’s a topic for another post. I hope you like the following poem that I penned:
If I were a lantern, then the cruel fire burning me
would be my fuel rather than bestowing the burden
of mortality on me.
The cruel fire that burns down forests with its fury,
would be the only reason I could fly.
So why do I call this fire cruel, you say?
Because my entire life, my very existence depends on its existence.
So precious fire of Mine! Never burn out.
Never let my flight end.
For I was meant to fly.
Fly till I transcended beyond the ordinary.
And even if you dare extinguish, which you inevitably will,
let us take flight beyond this world,
so the world remembers us as immortals.
Having had conquered this mortal world.
Let us live our tiny bit if immortality before we extinguish.
Let you and I conquer the sky,
Let you and I brighten this world,
Let you and I leave the mortals gazing at us in awe,
Let you and I live our tiny bit of eternity in this mortal little world.