Ethereal Things

Salvation is blinding white light

Soaking through my vision, 

Evoking a feeling beyond words.

Rapture is a glowing, faint orange rock outcropping

Jumping out of a deep blue sky,

An unmediated ecstasy

Freely offered to the soul.

Life everlasting was that time on the grassy fields

With white clouds above

And an entire summer ahead.

Though not the coldly precise definitions

We often converse in,

Perhaps–

Until we can speak like the sunset,

Talk of endings like the twilight,

And move minds like the morning sun–

Ethereal things are best

Left to earth’s explanation.

Author: Adam Stevenson

As Bob Dylan said, "my name it ain't nothin, my age it means less."

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