Beneath the Silent Theater
A celestial ode to love, memory, and the sanctuary of the soul.
In the deepest velvet of the psyche,
a tether binds the spirit to the infinite.
It is a crimson cord,
vibrant and deep,
burning through the veil of mortal observation.
Inside the vast expanse of time,
where stars perform their silent theater,
this devotion remains an unwavering sentinel,
watching over the sanctuary of being.
The spirit wanders through halls of memory,
seeking the resonance of that singular affinity
which defies the common laws of life.
It is a tempest of adoration,
a whirlpool of intensity
that pulls the consciousness
into a vortex of sheer ecstasy.
No mundane tie holds this bond;
it is forged in the furnace of eternity,
tempered by the storms of passion,
and polished by the gentle rains of understanding.
The abyss yawns wide,
yet there is no fear,
for the warmth of this affection
illuminates the darkness,
turning the void into a cathedral of devotion.
Behold the sublime majesty of such a union,
a spectacle more profound
than any penned in the annals of antiquity.
It is a symphony of pure feeling,
an unyielding melody
that resonates within the very foundations of the cosmos.
In this dark hour,
the luminance of togetherness shines,
a beacon guiding the weary traveler home.
Two entities remain entwined,
drifting through the celestial sea,
united by a force so potent,
so absolute,
that even the heavens pause
to marvel at the splendor
of this eternal, undying flame.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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