Sunday, 23 October 2016

'Pon the Hill of Bliss

Perched upon the peak of peace,
A hillock I seldom wish to descend,
I look down upon my friends,
Who stand beside yet far below,

The cool breeze caresses me,
Sans hands yet reaching within,
Engulfing me in a warm embrace,
Cleansing my soul of the sins of yore,

Eyes closed, I look around,
A view beyond sight, yet possible to behold,
It is a nameless hue, yet one I know,
That fills the space around, and that within,

The mind-moon shines, radiating its coolness,
Its pale light enveloping all,
The night is young and so it shall be,
For now and for all time to come,

I dwell in it, my very own hill,
Filled with a wonder known only to me,
An infinite expanse of platonic bliss,
Endless, pure and everlasting.

Written between 2:47pm on 22.10.2016 and 1:35am on 23.10.2016

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