A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
I got lit up on one long distant lonesome night.
There was nothing in the room, but candle light.
With no ceilings above, the stars seemed so bright.
My mind took me away, it was so out-of-sight.
All pain was expelled, for my own sweet delight.
Bliss was so warm at the verge of my height.
That for me, it wasn´t about being wrong or right.
And it was good, ´cause I had been so uptight.
I thanked Elias for the push. He understood my plight.
Then something came through, the haze lost power.
What once seemed high, was now kinda sour.
A voice then said: “Relax! It´ll all be back in about half an hour”.
“He´s floating again!”, laughed Elias from the bell-tower.
Good! Getting grounded would´ve been an absolute downer.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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