deepundergroundpoetry.com

Ati't Ala'

Every morning
I am overcome with sadness
in the four walls of my house
in the four directions I walk.

Every morning
I am overcome with joy
he shimmer on the golden lake
he shines on the ancient ridgeline.

The fissures and volcanos
come alive!

Every night
I am overcome with despair
in the four walls of my house
in the four direction I walk.

And then I see! Through my window
her womb and her lucid glow
she shimmers on the golden lake
she shineson the ancient ridgeline.

And I close my eyes! To dream
in the four directions of the world
in the four directions of the wind.
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7 reading list entries 2
comments 12 reads 984
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:24pm by Styxian
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:19pm by Styxian
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:48pm by Styxian
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:44pm by Styxian
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:17pm by Ahavati