Ancestral Night #short prose #poetry

The scales of the clouds gave me their blessings. Therefore, with my bare hands, I built my ship and I launched it into the sky.

Engine pumped by my blood. Sail hoisted by my soul. Deep inside the breath of the first ancestral night my eyes, hour glasses, measuring 30 seconds at the time.

The sky vanished. The axis mundi tilted.

I braved the galactic winds solely to find that thought of yours: your first thought when you set eyes upon me.

Lulled by the sighs of a suicidal piano, the time disappeared in another dimension.

The meaning of all things, never to be found only in one thing, spoke your thought:

“I want that woman to love me.”

Like a somnambule, inverted upon herself, or perhaps like a soldier who forgot the purpose of her battle, I turned my ship around, and I navigated toward you.

The second ancestral night.  

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42 thoughts on “Ancestral Night #short prose #poetry

  1. “I braved the galactic winds solely to find that thought of yours: your first thought when you set eyes upon me.”………….this line totally blew me away!

     
    1. Aw.. thank you so much, Wendi. Your words mean a lot to me.
      Have a wonderful rest of the weekend.

       
    1. Thank you so much, Bojana. I am really grateful to you. I’ll take a look at the journal. .
      You guys enjoy the rest of your weekend.

       
      1. Because you’re good Gab, like Punam, like Watt…I don’t give compliments easily.
        Check out ‘ I’m not a silent poet’ too. And always check the guidelines first.

        (Thanks. U2.)

         
      2. I know you do not. I do appreciate your honesty Bojana. I’ll check that out too.

        Thank you!

         
  2. “The meaning of all things, never to be found only in one thing, spoke your thought:
    “I want that woman to love me.””

    The scope of this love transcends time and dimensions of reality and space, it defies choice, it defies any obstacle, it is fate. It is as beautiful and as vast as the universe.

    How do you find these words that make my heart stand still with their beauty?
    It’s something to do with your beautiful soul and innate talent of writing from your soul. Love this poem G, you’re an inspiration xox

     
    1. Aw.. my dearest R. You shower me with compliments. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
      “it is fate.” I cannot figure out if that’s good or bad. I guess it’s just the way it is.
      “How do you find these words that make my heart stand still with their beauty?” How do you find your beautiful words? Your poetry is breathtaking. It has a life of its own.
      Hugs. Hugs. Hugs
      xoxo

       
    1. Good afternoon Drew.

      Thank you so much for the praise. It means a lot to me.

      Wishing you a magical day filled with inspiration. Can’t wait to read your next post 🙂

       

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