By Christopher Vera
In halls of light that rise above the sea
we climb as fishes watch us from below.
We escalate beyond earth’s canopy
into a place of things we cannot know.
To leave our world and touch the moon’s cool face,
to catch the solar wind in silken sail,
less lightly burdened spirits stay the race.
Poor laden souls that tow their sorrows fail.
Like fireflies we light among the stars,
cast off the fleshy nets that once we wore;
released to heaven from our earthly jars,
we peer behind the universe’s door.
The sky, a lens that focuses the night;
the earth, a beacon of our human light.
Christopher Vera writes to document his world: the natural, the unnatural and the supernatural. He is the author of “Transmissions to the Mystic Nebula,” a collection of poetry. He is currently seeking a literary agent to advocate for his debut novel, “The Left Hand of Light.”
His work has appeared in Ship of Fools, COSMOS Magazine, Möbius, Heliotrope, Abyss & Apex, the San Diego Poetry Annual and the Magee Park Poets Anthology.
He holds a Master’s of Fine Art in Creative Writing through National University.
Starting off with a poem that is not only understandable, but rhymes? You are very brave and have earned my respect. Good luck with “The Mystic Nebula.” I’ll see if I can come up with something to contribute!
Thank you for the comment, K.R. I do have an affinity for sonnets! And sonnets that touch on the supernatural are almost impossible for me to resist. I do hope you submit some of your own work. Please come back to visit now and then.