ethereal encounters

my thoughts are like rain, falling to the ground making puddles, as i struggle to form the words. a kind of madness has enveloped me, shaking me to the core, to the foundations of my existence. the sun rises and sets, the tides rise and ebb, the moon waxes and wanes, yet i find there is something amiss in the cycles of the cosmos, something missing.

long have i wandered the streets in search for it, through the backways and sidestreets, in the long winding corridors of the city, yet at the end of the day i come back empty. i ponder what it is i am searching for.

then in the distance, in the emptiness of night, an apparition, whose radiance fills it to overflowing. a curious awe fills me, as i slowly make my approach, like a moth seduced by the flame. there i discover a daughter of the deities.

she greets me by my first name, which stuns me with wonder. who am i, an ordinary mortal, for her to call by name? surely she must be a gift from the heavens. i am dumbstruck, for my speech has left me.

she reveals to me wonders and mysteries that i can only dream of. she made me realize that there are powers beyond what we can see and touch. she made me realize what forces move this world and make life, painful and insignificant as it may seem, still possible.

alas, all good things come to an end. she goes on her way, and i on mine. yet this meeting, no matter how brief, has echoed throughout the vastness of eternity, and it shall be carved permanently into my memories.

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to her
the object of my silent desires
the yearning of my innermost being
of whom my dreams have set on the highest of thrones
and inhabited my thoughts and my senses
these words i write for you