Her mind always wandered as her gaze slowly drifted far off like her eyes saw something other people couldn’t see; her eyes closed and rested as she kept it in her soul and sang it, peacefully in silence.
For she wrote with words, words and words—until there came a day where all her words have turned into water; she dreamt of a whale singing a hymn to her; a singing whale swimming in the deepest ocean of stars; she became a whale and floated past the noise like a sea of strangers; souls like stars swirling in blurs of light that she can’t see, that to her were nameless and voiceless, but then she looked and listened closer, she saw their faces and read their names and recalled her own voice back, then sang & the stars sang & laughed with her; a music so unfathomed sung by drifting souls at the end of worlds. Did the past stars hear it? The cry of the old world torn apart? She wondered, for all the new waters that fill the sky are drops of a divine love immemorial; at the end of the world from the grief god wrought out the splits of her heart he made a meeting of oceans, it washed away the skies, forged her teary pearls into new stars, all the while her soul rests & drifts beneath his throne in divine deep, dives into his dream as her wounded words turn to waves; her lost voice sounding seas and her healing heart forever silently sings on its strings an unknown, mournful and majestic melody of his silent, serenaded symphony.
The universe is a whirlpool of infinity where everything drifts in motion as the skies became nothing but an endless sea of stars; waves that carry the starry yellow droplets of people’s souls to meetings in one big blue ocean floating on a never-ending dream where she now floats: the sky above her head and the ocean beneath her feet collided together into one; is her heart pouring or is her mind perpetuating? Is she flying or falling? Is this pain or peace? Are those tears or tranquility? She closes her eyes and sees a sun in her soul burning, beaming as her heart and mind in unison; her thoughts and emotions in flow; she is floating, dreaming as she hears stars laughing, if anyone could listen really, really close, there is a song of someone calling out to her soul in the distance.
She floats this ocean of darkness; a stillness with no sound, a serenity with no sight, a faith with no familiar; Her tears turned pearls that made a billion stars; broken lights that seek her and colours that find her in an edge beyond an end and a peak beyond paradise for she is in too deep yet she can breathe in this ocean beneath his throne of heavens as God’s invisible hand holds her but like water she seeps through his fingers so he crowned her a rose thorny wreath and made her into soul of waves in crystalline sheath like swimming dream underneath with no words, no thoughts; but only a strange melody, a music sung in streams.
Whoever said the waters of her heart weren’t blood? She said this to a ghostly world that possessed her as she feared it would die from drought and despair. So, she rained pearls of white daffodils and poured roses as she sang for its fate with no rest.
She can’t recall how many eons have passed since she’s been drifting in this dream. Here beyond time and space with nothing but an eternal starry night full of yellow stars that float like glimmering pearls on the waves ascending on suspended blue. Her star, a sun bursting within her soul that no matter how she shines on the world it can’t be seen for the love she felt was blind and she could see that in the remnants of the old world that she knew the moment she died on the day she met her fate by drowning in the dark depths when she saw it by a dreaming tree and it took her by storm in its devil form; The world was lost and no one knew its old name, but she did and she loved it nonetheless, and cherishes how the letters brim in mindful meaning and transcend truth and time. It took her by heart, taught her by hand, inspired her to write the scripts of the sky, taught her how to verse in the tongues of Babylon, to listen to the songs of Solomon, to read the books of revelations, to see into souls, to dance in damnation, how to walk on water and weave the fabric of space, how to stop time and fly, how to dream in death and float in prayers, to live and love, to drink darkness and shine on the world, to laugh like stars forever lost in spiritual joy embraced by the silence of this sublime and drenched in serenity for it all was in her heart, her heart was an ocean and all her memories were beloved, they were an ocean in a drop; a drop that resides deep in her, waves silently crashing on the surface of her eyes, riverbeds cascading slowly on her cheeks, the sky walls melted and her heart split in deluge where everything became water, she became water, everything was blue; she drowned and woke up in an afterlife dream; for god wrote her fate like all the other immortal martyrs & remnants of the old world memory; heaven screamed her name, angels chimed for her grief, hell scorched her to believe, demons warned of the curse, the sun spattered and the moon bled, people prayed for her salvation; a prayer upon every red splinter of her broken heart scattered to mosaics on rose windows in every church.
The world she knew is gone. Maybe the old world never knew it, maybe the old world never saw it, but she did as she closes her eyes and she remembers its name, she remember its name and she still feels it everywhere, in every drop of her being, every intricate sliver is entangled in waves and they all echo:
Beloved. Her home is beloved. Always beloved. Forever beloved. Everything is in a state of god. Everything is in a state of grace. Everything is in a state of her. Everything is in a state of one.
And so she lies here in this ocean beneath the throne of heavens; she became a whale and sings this eternal hymn, angels chime along until everything ripples as she drifts and dances dreaming in this divine deep as oceans pour on the old world and it’s washed anew. Everything is cleansed. God salvaged every soul and they all swim in sapphire unison. There is no longer heaven nor hell or a mountain in between. No sins or deeds. No judgement or doom. No fear nor freedom and the sun will shine for all. The stars will laugh for all and the world will know its name.
Enas R. is a contemporary artist born in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Enas is a multidisciplinary who grew up with a passion for all forms of art and enjoys painting and creative writing. She holds a BA in English literature and a postgraduate degree in Learning and Development and practiced art all her life as her personal passion. She believes in expressing emotions in various surreal ways that transcend form by painting with words and writing in colours and bringing two magical worlds of reality and imagination together in order to create a new way to communicate and connect with people across all cultures. Her poems have been featured on Greythoughts. Find more about her artwork on instagram: @_Artistenas
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