I scrawled a draft of my life
on a sea of mist
crawling up the hill
to catch up with my quick steps,
I scribbled an imaginary world
where the drops of rain
could not riddle my skin
where radiant suns were not enough to burn.
I built myself a tower
a mighty mausoleum to house my dreams,
a sarcophagus of gold
that suffocated any will to live.
But the mist slowly caught up with me
crept into my tower, blinded my insight.
Seers find peace in retreat,
my core will be consumed if not exposed to blue skies,
like roses wilting in an abandoned urn.
The mist withdrew, returned again,
yet I failed to understand
that life can’t be spent in a carcan.
The mist does not shade things in grey,
it fades away the colors
and passionate dreams lose their fever,
in a watery blink of an eye.
Thorns grew on the road where my journey began,
I left a trail of desolation behind.
I looked for the Oracle of Mercury,
the seer who only left a distant haven
as the morning star rose on the mountains of echo.
I climbed dusty, curvy roads to reach the steep summits
that stood proud against the newborn day.
I looked at the mist that blocked the view
as the darkness recoiled before the clear blue,
then I heard a soft voice from behind
speaking just above a whisper.
“Passion leads you to extreme heights,
It makes you leave your qualms behind
step on your distress and reach inaccessible goals,
you only need to purify your heart and mystify your soul
then let your ardor consume your apprehension,
let it burn within you and turn you to fire,
a blazing flame that lights your way.”
And slowly, I turned around to face my guide
only to find a reflection of me,
glowing in the morning star’s light.
Then I realized that the mountains of echo
are the peaks that repeat the pure sounds within our heart
free of the chains that imprison our essence,
and the Oracle of Mercury is just
the crystallized state of our mind
where all becomes diamond clear.
I looked down to where the mist waited for me,
to find a lush valley and a powerful river
gleaming bright in the morning sun.
I climbed down the mountain lighthearted,
my soul free.
Now roses adorn the thorns of my journey…
Submission Name: The Oracle©
