I haven't had a poem on here about myself in a while. So here is a pretty fun and odd one. :)
Mystic and Bizarre
I am mystic
and bizarre
I wonder who
poked the first hole in the night sky
I hear the
whispers of souls
I see
glowing auras all around me
I want to
hold a star in my hand
I am mystic
and bizarre
I pretend to
make ripples with my fingertips in the inky blackness
I believe in
everyday angels
I touch the
shadows on the wall
I feel a
message from the spirits spoken to my heart
I worry for
the day when the diamonds fall from the heavens
I cry over
the snuffed out dreams of comrades
I am mystic
and bizarre
I understand
the fire of the sea
I say
“through silence, all is revealed”
I dream in
shades of silver
I hope to
see an angel be born again
I am mystic
and bizarre
September
17, 2010
