A Season

Listen in.

Time is but a conception

Unknowing of itself, for it never really existed

I feel no end, like a circle

No point to point, but forever cycling through the conception we call time

When faced with our most feared illusion, we rise again

Like the one and several before us

Duality of faiths only blind then binds you

A soul reaches out to the heavens

To upon times end

Find that a hand held to the sky

Is better felt through the heart

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sarrow]

That an interesting thought on time. Being honest though, from this point onwards "Duality of faiths only..." I wasn't sure I understood how that fit with everything else this poem was saying about time. The thing was I loved that part so much I thought it was great, and those two last line were brilliant, but I just could figure out how it really fit with the rest. I wasn't sure how there could be 'times end' if there was previously "I feel no end". But that's just my thoughts. Still a good and enjoyable poem.

[Vyse Cross]

What I feel and others feel, or do.. are two separate things. At least it seems so.

[Vyse Cross]

Oh, and thank you.

[Pmobilee]

I liked your poem, although the music scared the life out of me ^^

[Vyse Cross]

Thanks, sorry about the music though. x)

[Latifa]

this is a new concept of time and i like it very well written

[Jwakefield]

Duality is such an interesting concept, especially pertaining to people's beliefs. Great write.

[Vyse Cross]

Thank you, Jwakefield.

[David Scott]

An old soul indeed...
Nice to meet you.
I liked the line about "duality of faiths".
I find many who take bits and pieces of religions and create their own dogma...
Truth is truth. Period.
Reaching inward we can feel the spirit of Truth planted in the Alpha of all life.
I like where your writing led my thoughts tonight.

[Vyse Cross]

Indeed, thank you very much for your words, and reading.