How does it feel
To go to sleep and never wake up?
Or just to be – not there for yonks?
How does it feel to fall
But never touch the ground?
Paused – from the pain of feeling;
Mute – to the cracking of bone like wood,
or the shatter of glass dropped.
How does it feel
To sleep and never dream?
And even with no sleep still
In slumber stay ne’er waking?
How does it feel
To travel – to no destination?
where the journey takes forever,
never reaching
and never stopping,
And endless spin.
How does it feel
To be where nothing stays?
In the realm where nothing holds?
Where sleep is sweet and days are aeons long?
Where we watch the magic in vibe unfold,
While our hands are tied never moving.
How does it feel to live in the forgetfulness?
Where memory is black to things our eyes,
Wouldn’t get tired of seeing;
and those that lost their shine and wonder.
How did it feel then,
For the first time as a wean?
How brilliant the colors glittered;
What a jewel the sun was with its flash,
And what charm was held in the smiles of men,
What marvel the stars in the heavens were
and how incredibly alive the trees swayed
With the breeze of the passing wind?
Isn’t it grand for one to be well?
With the affluence of a king in health,
And richness of an empire,
in material possession.
How does it feel
To watch the night,
Full of stars and a bright moons,
The fireflies and the meteor shower
Out there in space,
and surrounded by a humbling silence?
A thoroughly engaging work,magisterial in its scope,that sees the author fulfill its poetic ambitions.
Editorial note:
The longest of all the verses might on reflection benefit from a second look,without detracting from the impact of the poem overall.
thanks Louis, for that wonderful comment.
This takes the reader on a beautiful journey. Loved this.
A well-crafted ”thinking aloud”: thought-provoking and lucid.