• ravens_ink 9w

    I found him,
    In the spectrums of radiance.
    In the silence of the evening,
    In the hour of wearying distances.
    Amongst hurricanes,
    In the sphere's most
    intricate detailing
    In the most ordinary,
    Through the unsaid, enclosed.

    Who reigns the wind,
    The spring, spirits and canopies
    Listen, the void has a voice.

    Often to whom I ask
    Awaken me midst hurricanes,
    That erase the probability of survival
    Lift me from the unending turmoil,
    Past the world's portals.