bipolarpoetry

The intention of this universe is set

The arresting tide, it rains, it snows

The breath of alchemy as it rises

The breath of alchemy as it falls

The chest is full

The chest is empty… waiting ;

A labyrinthine light skates across a stone floor

A fire promised, it rains, it snows

A breath of alchemy arises

A breath of alchemy descends

A chest is still

A chest is heavy… waiting;

To be born a pinpoint of light

To grow in pain and woe, it rains, it snows

To grow in joy in contrast

To find ourselves still

To find ourselves held…. waiting.