Ethereal Encounters: An Abyss of Poetry

The Girl of Paint

It takes a lot of courage to enter a new world with love,

journeying the Creation, hand-in-hand with your soulmate.

I could love all the way if I wanted to, but this time, I'm alone and empty-handed.

Tell me, my Love, where you are.

For I cannot find you-and it's been so long.

Why have you let me go astray?

Now I meander across the galaxy, swimming in the molecules of the gravity around.

I've found God, my Sweet and Loving Jesus with my heart burning for Him.

However, before I can go to Heaven, I want you to be with me.

My soul yearns for you to belong to God.

We may connect for eternity, like magnets from chemistry.

Let me find you, before Time announces the end.

Here I'll be, in a maze of pre-creation pertaining to your house.

With a warm smile to hold all your love. 

You, with a paintbrush and some paint, sketch our love upon a tree.

Shapes all around us, dancing in God's light of Geometry. 

I could explore the molecules of paint for a few seconds

then drown in the colours within.

In the middle, however, at the end of the origin of this liquid,

are you awaiting miraculously in the sky of science,

I see my Life float down the stream of God then

smile at the pale blue Sky loving me with all her Spectra.

Enter me, my Dear Hues of Light.

Search for the Paintings with all your might.

For they remain hidden under the colours of my Soul,

awaiting the arrival of Blessed coal.