Beyond the reach of mortal sight,
Where sky and earth unite,
Lies a realm of endless flight,
Where dreams take wing in the fading light.
On the horizon's distant line,
Where sunsets blaze and stars align,
Hope and wonder intertwine,
In the boundless expanse, divine.
A tapestry of colors, bold and bright,
Paints the canvas of the night,
As day surrenders to twilight,
And darkness yields to dawn's first light.
On the horizon's edge, we stand,
Gazing out across the land,
With hearts that yearn to understand,
The mysteries of this vast expanse.
In the distance, whispers call,
Echoes of a distant squall,
Where sky and ocean meet and fall,
In a dance as ancient as time's thrall.
So let us journey to the edge,
Where earth and sky converge and pledge,
To seek the beauty that lies ahead,
On the horizon's eternal edge.
About the Creator
katy
Life lessons and poets :)
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin4 days ago in Wander
Comments (1)
You painted a very beautiful picture here with your words!