'Ode To The Temple Of The Star-Born Trees' By ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Ode to The Temple of the Star-Born Trees By
Ink Soul

I walked beyond the edge of dream-born light,
Where skyward streams dissolved in golden night,
And found a forest shaped in cosmic rite,
Whose roots were spun from stars and ancient
might.
Each leaf became a blaze of mirrored bright,
Each breath a hymn that pulsed with ghostly sight,
The moss concealed a truth too vast for fright,
The air resounded tunes beyond delight.

There, trees were towers veiled in silver white,
They whispered chants in tones of humming sprite,
The wind brought incense from celestial flight,
And birds were shards of bone and prismed light.
The rivers flowed through time's eternal plight,
Their eddies spoke of ages yet to write,
The clouds wore lotus robes in velvet height,
As droplets danced in prophecies of rite.

I touched a bloom of moon's enchanted light,
It sang of planets wheeling into right,
Of love that bloomed between a storm and kite,
Of seasons carved by music's purest bite.
The hills exhaled in waves of greenest might,
And grass grew wise in sleep's renewing rite,
Each pulse within the earth became my flight,
Each beat of space aligned with mortal fight.

No sun appeared, yet gold adorned the height,
And skies would shift like thoughts beyond our sight.
The stars took root and blossomed spiral-tight,
While comets wept as seeds of dreaming blight.
O Nature! Not as earth would shape thee quite,
But bound in realms where language bends to light,
Thy soul transcends the leaf, the wind, the rite—
Thou art the cradle dreams descend to write.

And as I stood within that holy rite,
My shadow bowed to stones of burning white—
They bore the face of Man with mirrored plight,
And spoke: "Thou art the dusk; embrace the night.
For only those who lose the world's invite,
May walk through gardens none have dared to cite."
And with those words, the winds of wonder smite,
And all the forest bloomed within my light.