A Divine Hope

It’s a phenomenal paradigm

In lux to a beautiful phobia

Paired with a paradox, entwined to an over sense of awe

Much like kissing a lover for the first time

Or losing yourself to their embrace

Some would call it love

Yet to be honest I have not the slightest idea

Of what it could be

For this shapeshifting existence

Instills an intoxicating reality

To those that have awaken to it

With an effect that reacts in such a way

That one may mistake it for

A mysterious element known as gravity

An enigma nonetheless

That most people have spent a life time trying to understand

Rather it be by the act of empathizing with another’s soul

Or through the course of unearthing one’s own personal religion

We impart strive for this eternal unknown source of affection

So we may convey a basis belongs to purpose itself

And in time find inspiration from it all

With the hopes of being, that we are not beings, that are so hollow

Because if so

Our essence would be a lonesome one

Much like a God that had no universe, but a quiet void

Empty of devotion and light

I think this is why we seek passion through means of love as well as war

Through a lover’s kiss or even through the gravity that enchants an enemy’s blade

You see because by virtue it’s a phenomenon

That gives our minds a God like perception

Transcending a moment

So that we may be lost within the grips of heaven’s beloved embrace

Yet falling towards our own personal belief of a divine immortality  

I will call it a divine hope, for what else could it be?

~ Paradise's Poet ~