Poetry

Untitled Poem About the Future

I am adrift
on the ocean of Endless Sighs,
alight with the glow
from pinpricks
in the Endless Night,
those miniscule tears
in the ebony curtain
that reveal the fire beyond,
its brightness and its ecstasy.

And with every passing day
I am reaching, rising, growing,
ready to pull back the curtain
and be blinded by glory,
to see us
wrapped in shimmering gold,
lost together in a dream.

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