A lovely mystical poem! ❤
Eternal voices transcend time and space
Singing “arise from your burrow, dear”.
Comforting souls of the broken-hearted
Sensing Love is always near.
Quelled black holes by light of muse,
Contrasting sound & silence.
Even snow is warm in their heart’s eye,
All creatures holy, spirits heightened.
The lyre gifts, takes not the lot.
Mystics hidden in the winds.
Rejuvenating, they stop the rot
to find, even, the moon does grin.
Alchemists gather to spell a poem sweet.
Masters of subjects, subject Masters.
Familiar hearts, beacons in the darkest of corners.
Their songs of Love echo through light beams long after.
© Ellias Jafari