124. Peaceful Serenity

I found myself upon a lily pad

in a pond made from earthly tears.

And over the countless years

I imagined myself forever alone

and in the middle of nowhere,

and as it rained slightly 

I knew that one day the pond may

overflow out onto the shore,

and I shall find the mystical door

that may help me find my way back home

to where my heart burns so brightly 

in the night’s fluorescent sky.

And as I light this candle,

my handle on reality will fly 

ever so high and soar never alone,

for I have you and you have me

upon the universe’s angelic seas.

Forever must I call upon my dying heart

to transform into a shooting star,

a flying form of art that pierces the galaxy 

like a burst of bright energy; 

a cosmic dart that finds itself beside me

upon a lily pad in the cosmic sea

of drifting memories 

that float in a river of elegant dreams,

bursting at the seam

(which we know as the fabric of reality),

a kind of peaceful serenity.