A Living Contrast
To rise above the earthen layers,
And to persist beneath the cosmology.
A long winding river of sapphire,
And golden pathways along the woods.
To see the struggling succulent beside the rock,
And the prevailing mist over layers of stone and bark.
To feel the warmth of the sun behind your back,
Setting your soul ablaze.
And the touch of frost on your toes,
As if your body was in a living oxymoron.
To see the imminent war of light and shadow,
To witness the prevalent feud of water and land,
And to stand in-between,
Unaltered and deeply unfathomable.
An existent soul in a non-existent fantasy.
– Imaan Siddiq
