Migrations

The soul sails the eternal call
from celestial miasma shadows
ferried by the sandman’s
slipstream of cosmic echoes.

Their sounds guide towards the waiting star lights,
those shining spheres from veracity’s timeless suns
who glimmer by their everlasting illumination,
its iridescence causes as catharsis
in clarity felt as a flame that ignites wisdom’s flare,
a flame for the mental night as a nova for the mind.

Silently the shimmer burns its message
as the heart bathes in the flood of tranquility,
and by the dawn is swept along a calming current
from the oneness infused in the glide
between self and the universe.

What lingered as menace
over the vast unknown
becomes a companion before the day,
peace chimes upon that union
where the images cast
while aloft above the pillow
are etched in their stunning elegance
with vital and vivid reflections.

At last having ascended
to the constellations of being
no longer just a meteorite of musing
that tried to chase a glow amid the galaxies within,
now evolved both body and spirit
into an energy with purpose and point,
one more cerebral projectile who finally reached
that world inside where one is not an alien.