It was building a legacy
Perhaps my own testament
Some spiritual outpouring
Surface an upbringing
A sanctification of holy light
Unblindfolded by the night
Awakened in a world of our own
Creation created by the Creator
Who are we then but buried
In the beauty of all facets
Yielding beneath my robes
Bearing it all for something
But the context is only spiritual
Words written in books
Hymns filled with resound
A being couldn’t be more awake
And equally fatigued at the
Same time if only one less
Angel in heaven and what then
Lashing a demon out from
Within uncertain dangerous love
Earthbound as we were
Before attending our earlier
Time in the space from which
We arrived at before we
Existed to know what is where
Staring at a star pondering
Why not there?
© GÄ
Poétique 