Inspired by William Blake’s, Heaven and Hell.
Do we enslave ourselves within solitude
Or seek respite to be ourselves?
Connection takes time, I hear myself say,
Though in reality this isn’t true.
Like love it blossoms naturally when met
With kindred souls who uplift and feed.
But can’t be forced or sought or bought.
To flourish from the seedling shoot
We must find within the strength of root
That holds us within whilst outside shines.
Connections crack, like dancing lightening.
Thunderous creations, space-time deciding
Myriad colours shoot, burst, descend
Sent to inspire, shine and uncover.
These moments of meeting
Of shining without hiding
That part of us we don’t accept.
Moments so rare, they’re blinked, gone
A taste lingers.
For truth is celebrated –
Needed and wanted.
Colours come colliding,
An explosion inspiring, shining bright,
Life open, laid bare,
The darkness still there.
But the other uncovers great brilliance
Brave yet not needed.
Retreating we go flying
A thousand thoughts blink
Caught wrong –
Trapped side nudged into
Black to the depths
Of our thousand thought blinks
Mind, matter drifting
The rumbling thunder growing longer
Without trace the sky clears
Life returns its monotony forced clarity
And yet the storm within rages
Our great light caged
Waiting for another momentous meeting,
However fleeting –