walking in beauty

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Do you really think

it is a gift, hearing

opportunity knocking

at any given moment

in time, balancing out

the mountains and valleys,

rivers and lakes, all the

oceans and skies, between

the life I’m breathing into

a world of my design, a

word made of letters, of

countless variables and

multitudes of pathways,

any of them carrying the

possibility to lead me astray

I’m wandering through a

desert of wild beauty, the

vultures, sapphire wings

and emerald eyes, keeping

me company and I enjoy

their presence, knowing

they only care for the

alreády deceased, while

I walk on, leaving water

in my wake, the sky is

turning purple and all

of my desires become

the prize I pay, every

day, so don’t ever think

a life like mine is light,

I’ve danced with my

shadow a thousand times

multiplied by five and

mostly right, but also

struggling, being blinded

by the light of creation

itself, piercing my eyes

with brilliant shades of

white, and I walk on

because walking in

beauty is the art I

mastered, so what is

it that you can do?

≤ Θ ≥

© Matthias Grupe

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Absolutely loved the word flow

    Like

    1. lunarpoet says:

      Thank you, Megha! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. My pleasure Matthias

    Liked by 1 person

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