The Heavens Above Us

In the heavens up above us, in the darkest of their dark

Where the gleaming iridescents shine above their common spark

Where the silence thickens deeply, and the space has densed the more

There, a stone while gliding slowly, held two friends upon its floor

 

Long ago these souls acquainted, before time itself began

In the beauty of an iris that ignited their life span

Now afloat and sitting calmly, they gazed off into the night

In their view, there twirled many, but they focused on one sight

 

There, amongst the many buoys, drifted one specific sphere

Gleaming lightly like a crystal, fragile, blue, a fallen tear

Earth entranced these ageless spirits, seized their hearts with sympathy

As they looked into the stillness, sadness roamed within them, free

 

“Gabrius,” spoke Mithrael, vibrant lights played off his voice

“We have fought together nobly, learning lessons, gaining choice

Witnessing the varied cent’ries, we’ve become the souls we are

But we never perceived change in this gloomy fallen star.”

 

And the other nodded glumly, reminiscing of the days

When he wandered as a soldier upon earth’s forgotten maze

Where he thirst and where he hungered, where he longed to find the cure

To humanities’ enslavement, to carnalities’ false lure

 

In that moment’s recollection, memories played out in scenes

With the cosmos as the backdrop, with the darkness as the screen

Vivid eons flashed before them, painting visions in the sky

Prophesies that were delivered, promises that went awry

 

As the pictures began dimming, tender embers lingered on

Sighing softly and arising, the two souls erased the drawn

Not regret was at their doorstep, much too wise were these two hearts

But the ache of needed lessons and the woe that played its part

 

“Mithrael,” spoke Gabrius. “It is time for light to come,”

“Let us go and help the needy, in this distraught global slum,

For tis true no change has happened, yet we know it must be thus

Let us be the serving spirits that our earthly paupers trust.”

 

And the two companioned beings soared off to that tiny dot

Through the light-years of the cosmos, through the universal lot

Leaving there the heavy silence and fluxed celestial glare

Hurried off to guide their soul mates, still asleep and unaware

 

Viktoriya Neverov-Krstic

Paradox

I didn’t choose to be a paradox

It’s simply so unorthodox

And seem to be a dark anomaly

A weird asserted mystery

Somehow defined by ambiguity

Make rational decisions stupidly

I didn’t wish it, but here I am

I am a lamb; I am a ram

I’m definitely undefined

Confused, refused, then re-defined

I am not sure and yet assured

That when time comes I am insured

I’m two unlikes on the same end

I am a good, which good amends

Stranger than thou, weaker than thou

But somehow plow a larger plow

Two parallels run within me

Both magnet polars, complexity

I seem to live in joyous death

Yet I take pleasure in every breath

Unsatisfied in my content

And happily at times lament

I live inside pure non-conformity

Thus love’s a burden, hence I am free

 

Viktoriya Neverov-Krstic

2008

Finding Ourselves in Nothing

Between the words that are spoken, there lies a fragment of truth

Where life exists unaltered, where being roams in sooth

Where spirit finds its essence and egos cease to exist

Between the words that are spoken, before it fogs over with mist

Between the breaths that are taken, a hint of forever dwells

The shards of immortal presence, the songs of eternal bells

The nothing in all existence, the everything in a void

Between the breaths that are taken, we live, before we’re destroyed

Between the thoughts that are rising, our consciousness dares to be

Our limitless burning power, our soul’s perpetuity

Our senses in endless directions, impervious to demise

Between the thoughts that are rising, WE ARE, until silence dies

But with every quiet instant, we resurrect anew

Like the stillness of a sunrise, like the drops of a morning dew

And in these silent moments, we are love and truth and space

We find ourselves in nothing, then in something lose the trace

© Viktoria Nikola (2018)

The literati mafia

Between the words that are spoken, there lies a fragment of truth

Where life exists unaltered, where being roams in sooth

Where spirit finds its essence and egos cease to exist

Between the words that are spoken, before it fogs over with mist

Between the breaths that are taken, a hint of forever dwells

The shards of immortal presence, the songs of eternal bells

The nothing in all existence, the everything in a void

Between the breaths that are taken, we live, before we’re destroyed

Between the thoughts that are rising, our consciousness dares to be

Our limitless burning power, our soul’s perpetuity

Our senses in endless directions, impervious to demise

Between the thoughts that are rising, WE ARE, until silence dies

But with every quiet instant, we resurrect anew

Like the stillness of a sunrise, like the drops of a morning dew

And in these silent moments, we are…

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