My High

 

Each one of my cells vibrates,

Lifting up an inch

Then another

Until I am lifted.

Detached from my body,

My soul soars.

With the doves I fly.

Not satisfied,

I sail high

Then higher,

To the seventh heavens.

My form weightless,

I slip

In and out

Of worm holes

And through galaxies.

The stars,

The moon,

And the sun

Are my buddies.

We chat,

They are telling their secrets.

Then,

A jolt.

“Aweni!”

I return,

Regret filled

But enlightened.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Crescendo

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• Poetry