Heavens Abyss

This is one of my earlier poems. I wrote it at three in the morning on my friends computer because I was bored. It was a subject I had been thinking about writing on for quite a while and finally had the time and peace to put it into words.

The mind is like the sky

Clouds of thought swirling, turning, appearing, disappearing

Changing color, changing mood

There are times when there are little or no clouds to fill this space

My mind is free to concentrate deeply on things better than usual

Yet at other times there is a complete overcast and no single thought can be thought of

All is blurred into a dull, meddled gray with no mood, no care

At times all turns dark and cold

Black clouds envelope my world and block my sight

I know no joy at his time for I cannot see it or anything aside from my dark, cold distress

At times all turns bright and warm to the heart

Clouds of all colors the mind can think of wrap me in a blissful cradle raised far above all the earth giving me a better view each time than I think I have ever known before

I know nothing but joy for the creators of my distress have receded into the shadows cast by this loving light
Nightfall brings the world into a different view

We can see farther into the true void of the heavens, the same is with our mind

We must turn away from the comforting warmth of day where things of truth and depth are masked by this light, which we wish not to leave

We must look hard into the night, be it bitter cold, to find the truth that makes the light take on new and true meaning