Vision

In a dream I came to know

Of what is above

And what is below

Of creatures dark and ones that glow

And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.”

Then I woke.

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A Thanks to Earth Poem

A thanks to Earth,

Immigrant I thought I had left my home

Here to a new place where I did not belong

But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone

 

Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space

The clouds looked familiar

And between the cracks of grey sky I found my place

The stars knew me and the sun could relate

Then I understood

The earth is vast and it does not discriminate

(By me, July 2016)