ETHEREALS

The planes of foreign fields

Guide my path

Where I am free to roam

The endless world of thoughts.

As the tips of my fingers

Graze the greens of the earth,

So does my soul

Grasp the essence of my being.

With the moons withdrawal

And the suns proclamation,

The stars never seem 

To lose their way.

In my mind

A third eye,

Open to the wonders 

Of my predecessors.

Time remains, breathless

Fluid in its motion,

It pays no heed

To us living beneath its wings.

And whence the night doth fall,

So do our ambitions

Cease for the day,

At least for the weary.

I once saw a sparrow,

Delightful little creature.

Its wings sang  

With utmost pleasure;

As did its apparel.

Enchanting beauty she was,

Pried from natures lustrous green, 

Indeed she sang beautifully.

In those green fields where I lay

Breathtaking dumbfounded

By the scenery painted in the heavens

I beheld true peace.

With a breath so deep,

I felt the life Mother Nature

Offered to me in kind regards,

And my obedience as a sign of trust.

It truly was the first time

I have known pure bliss,

The feeling,

The aura.

I felt my consciousness ascend

To a higher plane 

Almost euphoric 

In its entirety.

I graced the gates of heaven themselves,

And watched as the stars glimmered

So brazenly enchanting,

Navigating the way to my hearts desires. 

I reached a foreign land where 

Neither time nor space seemed relevant,

And as my eyes could not help but fixate on

The supreme figures glowing in the distance

They seemed alive, like me, 

But more ascended, and majestic 

In their existence.

I knew not a conversation 

Where we would be properly introduced 

Thus I called them “Etherials”

Fashioned by the stars, and the night.

Upon this proclamation

I felt my essence fall deep through space

My returning journey through time;

“A soul bound to a body”

In the blink of an eye

I regained consciousness 

Oh delight! 

What an experience to behold

I always dream now, of the foreign fields

Where I lay myself into the sublime.