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My World



I looked to the moon for guidance

But she rode the sky a stoic reflection of someone else’s light



So I went to the sun for answers

But he held me in his gravity, the eternal spin, Fusing light into life, there was no time for questions.


So I looked to the rain for solace

But she could only wash my body clean

My mind remained in turmoil



So I looked to the wind for kindness

But he just teased along my arms, taking the rain with him and leaving me alone



So I looked to the mountain for shelter

But the great stone face was smooth

there were no weathered fissures to offer rest



So I looked to the sea for love as it stretched out endlessly before me

But all it did was crash a pulse upon the sand different from the beat of my own heart

I could not peer into its depths, just as it could not look into my own.



So I looked to the sky for the future’s hope

But all the stars shed a light from millennia past



So I looked to myself for inner peace

But the indifference of the world had chilled me




Finally, I looked to you

And found in your face the moon and in your eyes the sun.

Your words wash over me like the wind and rain.

Your arms hold me in granite embrace.

Your mind engulfs the fathoms.

Your smile fills the sky.

And I see in you a world unto your own.

To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams. ::: Giorgio de Chirico :::