A Song Of Angels Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

The loss of god and my demons,
A time of distinct longing for all things unearthly,
Scattered illusions of unknown desires,
The restlessness of the soul, I feel ghostly.

Stuck in time and space, shackled to this realm,
This realm of a dream of another,
Tis the hour of great pondering,
Where I will break free from a dream I discover.

Let us dream into dimensions untrodden,
To find the power of the spirit,
For this world of societal indecency that plagues,
To be scattered like the illusions I demerit.

Through the mind, a new world unfolds,
Like a sandstorm blows away the dust of old,
And from the dusty fog of sand,
Sinews a man that can see much more than gold.

And what of the heart or of the soul?
Like a fresh lime droplet onto the tongue,
The soul too jumps with delight,
As it finds itself in an angelic song that's being sung.