Treasure Island

Enebeli Prada


Sounds Of Eternity

I have not seen eternity
either have we meet, yet
my spirit sings disturbing songs
every night before i sleep that she exist.
Doubtfully I believe.

In the state of emptiness,
The gentle breeze blew
through my nest, ushering me
to peep, see the wonders of
eternity's bliss.

At dawn I wake up
with no former thought,
until i the hear the humming hum
of playful birds that looks like
the sound of trade wind.

The sound of everyday life
slowly increase, surpassing
the eternity 's fearful voice
and this relieve me
and great it is

Eternity eternity
is all I hear even from
the lips of crying babies.
to the sound of rattling cars.
Am about to die!

What else can this uninvited
sounds means. If my believe
in eternity is not enough.
Am about to die or is just a
solemn warning to prepare.

Submitted: Friday, July 12, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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