It was written
Because with us,
we have fire,
eternally licked by air-
there will be time enough
I promise you-
In the face of metallic storms unknown ahead-
lest we forget to drop our sail,
we shall remain on this magnetic path of ours-
not tipped under salt to drown, a thirsting death-
no poetic irony etched regrets-
no paper blurr of inked thoughts lost under water-
We have calligraphy, like diamond-
can't you see what we have?
Universal kiss to the forehead of thought-
Don't ever lose sight of our soul grail.
We have verses that curve off into a nowhere
Countries will bow to your pen one day, I'm sure-
maybe long after you're gone?
skies will weep acidic for your words
though you may not notice while you're here,
the rose's blushing while you walk past-
I will always slow enough to watch-
our kingdom grow-
travelling an itinerary
thorned and cold; leading up to infinity clouds-
through the nebulous
because we dared to write in fear filled emptiness-
in light too bright, and darkness absolute,
it was written.