Philo Sophia



The edge of the water is near

A lake of tears shimmers in the air,

Stretching unending, over the horizon. 

The curved lens of a mirror, as an eye reflecting the heavens,

Dark depths of emptiness; if not heat and light of the sun.

Vast and sentient, a spirit of presence, Suspended in the folded mantle,

The broken shell of past turmoil,

Molten welds, the whole held in fragile peace,

A jealous Kingdom torn and taken to war for belief. 

  • Author: RDS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2022 16:56
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 10

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