Poetry

 

What pulse is this ?
That drives me here to this specific shore . . .
What connection is this ?
Catering to my ardent thoughts and dreams.
What Verity is this?
Ravenously kidnapping me, as its long lost completion?

I, child to father woven,
Now emboldened,
Rebuke my old captors.
Til I notice they
All wear my face.

Past comfort of history
& the golden glow of Myth.
emerging from antiquated shadows
and antiquarian imprints,

I the Aquarian,
emissary of the Temple of Light,
In multidimensional splendor,
Do pledge allegiance to my SELF:
And stand my ground.

I am the Universe's child,
Unlimited Interconnected Intelligence,
Love's cutting Edge/
On this specific shore.