I’d like to be a part of it all before I die

The world is a vast cathedral,

its windows shattered into sunsets,

its doors forever open to wanderers.

I enter with trembling hands,

a pilgrim with only breath for currency,

longing to drink all the colors I can press to my lips…

before they fade to ash.

Rivers run like veins through its body,

mountains rise like ribs of stone,

and the trees, so scarred, patient and unyielding…

They whisper hymns of survival.

Every face I pass is a scripture,

every tear, an ocean on my cheek.

But time is a wolf pacing behind me,

its teeth hidden in silence,

its shadow lengthening across the floor of the earth.

The day burns low,

the flame shrinking in the glass.

So I open my chest to the horizon,

devour the sky, the sorrow, the laughter,

all of it,

so that even when darkness arrives,

the world will hopefully blaze within me.

-AubsThePoet

Sept 26, 2025