Inhaling Light

2 states of me
Fostered reality
And dreams
Holding hands
With the joy in my mind
Inventory checked
Reinvent regret
And hope is restored
As 2 states of being merge
Unifying the mind
Strengthening the spirit
Totality of being
In a millisecond
Discarded baggage
Left at an abandoned station
Vivid wordplay
Takes shape
On my tongue
My hands
Make visuals
Out of smoke and glitter
As I become one
Clearer my focus
Driven on love
I thrive newly
Reborn
Sun dancing
On my skin
Tasting brightness
Inhaling enlightened
Being full
Of wisdom
Drinking thoughts
Of deepness
My feet barely
Touching the ground
I become reflection ...
My reflection will someday
Match the spirit of me
Completely
Unveiled to naked the eye
I become high
 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The idea of the two states of you holding hands is a charming image. Do I understand it properly? After the discarding of baggage at the abandoned station you suddenly switched on creatively? It sounds like it as the poem suddenly changes with vivid wordplay and seems to become more excited after the pre-flight checks. The mixing up of the senses -- tasting brightness and drinking thoughts -- I really like.

[Mariah]

I like this. You definitely pulled off the whole random tidbits of information thing. I think having the short lines actually enhances the poem in this case. Nice write.