Otherworld Renaissance

Standing sentinel,
We speak in a language
Of heartbeats and murmurs.
Our history is eternal,
Our geography celestial,
We punctuate this language with stars.
Our memory is feeling
Our expression silent.
How we can utter our truths?
They are too vast for this world.
We make do.

Those we touch show promise
Wondering at twilight-clad buildings
And marvelling at autumn mornings
We hold them, touch them, know them.
We pass through
Their hearts and minds
Like a cool breeze
On a summer’s day –
Planting murmurs
And whispers of truth
For them to unwrap like a gift.

By | 2017-08-27T00:27:26+00:00 June 8th, 2016|Poetry|Comments Off on Otherworld Renaissance

About the Author:

Bio: Sarah Clive is a writer, author & wanderlusting, creative adventurer with a penchant for telling stories about love, life, destiny and the ineffable things that make us human. Her first book, Dream Warrior’s Manifesto, is available to download from her website, Amazon, Kobo, Nook and iBooks. She regularly blogs about tales for dream warriors, sock elves and sentient fruit and vegetables. She can be found having adventures all over the world and has recently been seen in Bali, the USA and Costa Rica, though you can see more of her shenanigans on her instagram (sarahclive) She's an ENFP, and Enneagram 8w7 (874), all of which leads her to be the kickass storyteller you see before you today. Sarah is an eclectic idealist with a rampant can-do attitude, and a bit of a girl geek in her spare time, when she's not reading, writing or out taking photographs. She's often found dancing in kitchens.