Poems: 2 Cheeky-Birds

Two cheeky birds, laid in their nest,
A magic egg, of red and gold,
Confused, bemused, at their creation,
They sold it at the EggStreet Nation.

And there will be a celebration,
For I, too, am at the EggStreet Nation,
And harkens great, this egg of theirs,
I place a bid of shining gold,
A priceless gem, of truths foretold,
Their wondrous egg, is now all mine.

I will await with gin and lime,
Til' I can feel its graceful shine,
The lustful glow of burning gold,
But feeling a bit sick and old.

Suddenly, it all comes in,
Distorted light, a dreadful din,
The static resonance of God,
Yet feeling swiftly, very odd.

Then in a snap that twung my soul,

Then, in a whirl of kaleidoscopic din,
A symphony of stars, a cosmic violin,
The fabric of reality, thinly spun,
Revealing layers, one by one.

In this trance, where time and space blend,
Visions of eternity, impossible to comprehend,
A journey through the psyche's hidden trove,
In the embrace of the cheeky birds' love.

Echoes of existence, in every hue and tone,
The egg's secret, in my mind, intricately sewn,
In this dance of light, shadow, and sound,
A truth profound, in the unbound, was found.