Ash
Moments pass, but we are the river always everywhere. At the source, at the fall, at the bridge, at the delta, in the ocean and in the mountain.
Part six of a series of six poems about a metaphoric journey.
• Vacuum – Part 01
• Gravity – Part 02
• Orbit – Part 03
• Static – Part 04
• Bloom – Part 05
• Ash – Part 06
Beyond the Ash
A new world built
on the dust of the fallen—
a society of trust and love.
Each day brighter
than the one before,
more gilded, more golden.
And I see you there,
and you see me.
There are hugs.
And tears.
And laughter.
Oh—
so much laughter.
Our hearts glow and burn
at the feeling of wholeness
discovered for the first time.
The completeness of our love
redeemed, generously,
by the governor of the future.
No longer bound by the rules of sin
and the trinity of self,
we are finally free: mind orbiting mind.
Bonded covalent of consciousness,
where thought doesn’t mirror—
it resonates, it mingles.
In the stable molecular mindspace,
there is an elegance of motion,
a choreography held in balance.
Not one,
but more than two.
In glorious continuity.
But first, comes patience,
and control,
while we wait and watch it all burn
to ash.
Thanks for sticking around through this series of poems. This was about a journey that more or less I am on. In my imagination. Journeyman is a spaceman. He's trying to get home. He'st trying to find peace he's trying to find satisfaction. He's trying to find happiness. He's trying to do what's right. But it's really beyond his ability as a navigator as a scientist. As all those things pilots need to be.
But he's doing his best. He fails some, he wins some. But over the course of six poems. Journeyman achieves the thing he always wanted... which—which was to go home. To be loved, and to to feel whole. And to never be afraid. To not just be happy but to give happiness.
I don't know if you got that from the poems, but that was my intent. That's where it came from. Thank you for reading them. Or listening to them as the case may be.
And in the immortal words of David Bowie: “May God's love be with you.”
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
— Go back home and read MORE by Wolf Inwool
— Visit the archive
I welcome feedback at my inbox
The revelation of who I am in the dark has cost me everything I held dear.
WolfCast Home Page – Listen, follow, subscribe
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
— Go back home and read MORE by Wolf Inwool
— Visit the archive
I welcome feedback at my inbox
