Dropped to Earth

Goddess of the Mist

Diamonds don't impress her, she likes color
used to follow her heart
from one end of the earth to the other

Old in the soul she was, and young at heart
believer of a perfect majesty
Survived after long, disastrous ramblings
dropped to earth in perfect harmony

As the glowing orb continues sinking down
it leaves behind the lingering of the spirit
A spirit of heat and light and sound
of something else remaining open to interpret

Through intersections of time and space and dust
meeting up again in some other place
uncomfortable in her new, foreign skin
a fallen angel simply fallen from her grace

 

  • Author: Goddess of the Mist (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2020 21:52
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    May she rise to glory in the fulness of time.

    Andy

  • jarcher54

    An angel must fall at least once to have any street cred. Being uncomfortable is a rite of passage, brings humility and ultimately triumph. A crystal clear yet ultimately mysterious description!

    • Goddess of the Mist

      Oh, I really like what you have said here. Thank you for reading!



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