Illustration by Sofia Nikitaki
By Alexandria Somirs
Things of a feather are flighty and proud,
Things of cement stay on top and below,
Both things are needed to un-haze all clouds.
Faith goes much deeper than what it sows,
Illusion shrouds our own artsy reflection.
Our faithful cement needs our doubtful – hope.
Our human reflection needs our faithful sense
We wash ourselves with material soap,
Un-scraping the dirt from our lashy lens.
A heart unchecked is a heart unbroken,
But happiness is more than just endless,
For happy to be, bitter must be spoken.
For as soon as feelings collide,
They’ll leave you breathless inside.
Chasing desires on material roads,
Will bring about our spiritual foes.
Instead rest awhile in dark alleyways,
And sing yourself out of your material phase.