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The Sanctuary In the Sky

I look meticulously at the lines and know that something lies behind the deep; I could not tell form where but something bigger than my mind was pulling me there. There was a peculiar light radiating from the tips and a glow that penetrate my lips; they run all over the sky hanging from the corners and connecting with the mountain peak.

 I watch the sanctuary in the sky collecting different shades of clouds forming mounds that sits on top of mounds filtering radiant energy in the magnetic field and sending electric charges plunges in the middle of the sea.

 I watch it rolls by forming clusters around the moon and beckoning the stars to come home soon, the old man in the clouds was not there and my heart began to fear.

I walked towards the ocean and to search for the connection but the waves keep shouting at me and my heart keeps yearning for thee, and far beyond the rock, a speck of light glow and I saw you standing there.
 
It’s like you were still on the ship, holding the wine glass with your makeup on and the man’s hands stretched across your shoulder, and you looking over. He had a wine glass in his hands too and he was looking directly at me and from the looks of things he had something to say but  a giant wave came  and swept him away.

The shores lay bare with nothing to share and the salty smell in the air perfume the atmosphere and I could hear the troubled souls that have gone on before crying out loud to come out.

It is like they were in a dungeon trying to get out but they were trapped from within and no one could get in, such is the punishment for mankind’s sin.
The land is filled with tension and there is no place to live, the trees are saturated up to the top and the seagulls are flying from rock to rock and the sanctuary in the sky stands still.

 

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024

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