The Tower (Original Poetry)

They emerged out of nowhere
like mushrooms making their way after a rainy day
showing their spectacular armors above the city’s dust
rushing brave warriors to readjust.
 
While enjoying the prolonged arms of the February sun
a bridge of thoughts and feelings rushed through my spine
clearing my vision, enabling my soul to confine
a love so deep it could trigger the divine.
 
Her majestic appearance shook the sky
turning grey shadows into blue lines
chains intertwined keeping curios eyes
from seeing the amazing beauty that lies behind.
 
Guarded by angels with their inter-dimensional power
some used the river to access the secret tower
only to find themselves playing games
at every single encounter.
 
Rose petals and poppy fields call for an earthly designer
who understands the magic of both landscapes close to each other
It makes you wonder why lifting the veil is so inflammable
when entertaining this show sedates participants into becoming irrational.
 
The illusion of time continues to mesmerize the human mind
clogging the path that leads to the heart
a carousel of madness meant to keep the two apart
as separate forces that co-exist in a purposeless life.
 
Don’t let fear alter your state and make you blind
as no castle, tower or bridge can revive your inner child
stay curious on your journey through life
allow the universe to unfold in front of your eyes.
 
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎

Creative art: AI-generated image by Daniela S. via Midjourney

Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk