Nowhere but here.
I sit in devine contemplation,
savouring,
my mind and heart's collaboration,
as it formulates a cypher,
of consecrated words,
shadowed by the visor.
It injects me in the winds of tranquility,
where dreams,
draw me in with it's affability.
Bearing wings,
I soar through the dark night
of larky stars
gradually healing,
abysmal scars.
It brings a cessation
to my fear,
that is when I wish,
to be nowhere, but here.
YOU ARE READING
Old writes, Drafts and a lot of Experimentation.
Poetrycollection of everything written in past.
