Cosmic Call
A glimmering return to a passion that persists.
Two hearts beat
In unison until they meet
And the stars will sigh
When our souls collide
There are no words
I can flesh out of Earth
But I can promise infinity
If you never give up on me
Divine sparks let planets slip
I found the apocalypses
In the Heights above
We exist as one through love
In body and flesh I scatter
Show me your dark matter
And don't cover my eyes
Below stillness fires rise
To sublime energies I fall
I answered your cosmic call
And you gave me a galaxy
Beyond the grounds of reality
About the Creator
Vanessa Butera
My name is Vanessa Butera. I am a 25-year-old poet/songwriter from Toronto, ON. I graduated from York University with a degree in English. Please join me on this journey as I write about music, literature, arts, and current events.
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