Poem: Well of Hearts

 by Megan Ampim

She raises the dew from the

Well of Hearts, and sculpts your ancestors

from ether and dust and hope; she

floats them away to a stream

of vivid souls and minds.

She walks upon the path of 

euphoria: she withstands the perilous

test of time and space. She

holds the oceans within her hands;

she gently soothes the winds until

the storm is calm.

Soon she spreads her wings, but no.

She does not fly.

She encases you in her feathers and

hides you from the Night of Trials:

she takes you above with a step

onto the horizon, and you watch

as the impure writhe in

everlasting fire beneath you:

mortal and suffering.

And as she draws in a breath, 

the ashes rise far, far beyond your

human reach; she exhales, and

she places you inside a misty canvas

of wisdom and sage green.

And as you glance once more

at her starry eyes, it is only then

you possess the true knowledge: the true identity of the universe.