Oh what glory it is
To create.
A song, a tale, an art.
Oh what glory it is
to be lost in the ecstasy
of it all
where time is of no essence
when the universe stills down
to a trod.
Oh what blessed souls
those who create.
Beauty and pureness
that lifts the spirit.
Through the rhythms and prose
for mortals who seek
a moment of oneness.
Always sailing around
Never into.
Oh what glory it is
to create.
Shame..shame..
scratching the surface
of it all.
Never feeling the throbbing flow
of what is could be.
Oh! What wretchedness!
Not to create
we those made by Gods to be Gods!
Oh! Where are you thou
Don’t forsake me now
I seek thou all my life
And I saw behind the stars
Fleetingly
Oh! Don’t forsake me now Goddess.
I beseech thou
open that window
let me soar.
To create.
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