Suspended
between
air and the earth
I floated like a skylark
and
felt like the venerable Wordsworth
I was exhilarated
macro had become micro
Encompassed by a huge illuminating circle
I was gliding over the fluffy clouds
In an incredible state of mind
with feathery and smoky hillocks of clouds beneath and above
I wondered whether I was still a mortal
I had always known that
it is only the soul that traverses the skies and the immortals
This was like Wordsworthian epiphany.
Life had never seemed so beautiful and surreal
A sanction from God, perhaps, who
gifted me wings to float and soar
through the enchanting heights!
” Epiphany ” enthrallingly exemplifies the ethereal .
Vivid portrayal.