We used to live in the footsteps of giants
We used to play on the fence of realms
We used to dream of the future with wide eyes
and flower crowns
If I press my ear up to the ground
will I hear your heartbeat, your mind resound?
If I got lost in your blue eyes and freckles
--and who's romantic now?--
If my head reaches up behind the clouds
what will I find there?
Our glasses toast when we kiss
On the fingertips of God there's peace
What will become of me
if you hate me
On the fingertips of God there's humility
What will happen when your flaming sword
--what do you think?--
what will happen when its fire scorches your hand?
you won't feel it, will you?
Your mind is too clustered, too clouded
Your barricades surrounded by your ever so present pride
save your god complex, Aphrodite
I heard they don't sleep on your Mount
(in the valley)
But who am I to judge?
I'm guilty as well.
I used to sleep in the footsteps of giants
but giants are fantasy
I used to dwell in what-ifs and maybes
but now I've set sail for the truth.
Submitted: December 15, 2020
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Beautiful, I truly enjoyed the read!
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AFRODITE STATHI
Beautiful work!!!Glad i have read it!!
Tue, December 15th, 2020 7:23amAuthor
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Thanks!!
Tue, December 15th, 2020 10:49am