Stairway to Heaven

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Hey everyone,

So in the past couple days I’ve been preoccupied with other work, notably a story that I’m currently in the process of developing for a novel I began writing weeks ago. It is still in the experimental days. I keep adding and cutting certain elements of my story as I continue to mold it into a form that I have so vividly envisioned it to be. As a result of my obsessive novel-crazed writing habits I haven’t much time to sit down and write how I’ve been feeling about life through poetry.

However, yesterday morning I awoke from a dream that mind-boggling. To be honest, I can’t quite actualize in clear words how strange the dream was, because it was full of such unique symbolism, almost as if it were a movie. The dream has not left my imagination in the past two nights and is now starting to stray me from my novel-writing time. Not that the dream doesn’t resonate with my novel; in fact the dream helped me come up with better material. It’s just that the dream was so profound to me that I needed to write as much as I can about it while keeping it’s actual description secret.

That being said I’m going to dedicate the next three posts to the poems I wrote about each dream. I’m going to start off with the spirit-enlightening Stairway to Heaven which was actually one of the major themes in my unforgettable dream, though the poem doesn’t have much to do with what actually occurs in the dream. It may be obvious to some (which I hope because I’m a diehard Zeppelin fan) but the name of the poem was taken from one of my all-time favorite songs of the same title. IT’S A LED ZEPPELIN SONG! DUH!

That’s what separates this poem from the other two I wrote on the subject of the dream I had the other night. Unlike those poems, which focused more on the physical aspects of the dream, this one is more spiritually-inquisitive and was inspired by the rivetingly divine guitar play of Jimmy Page and the enchanting vocals of Robert Plant. I listened to the actual song before I went to bed and after I woke up, and I tend to listen to it daily within the past couple weeks. In my opinion, when you love music so dearly it could never get old or boring. Anyway, enjoy the poem and please feel free to give me your feedback on this post and any other post you come across from this blog.

 

Stairway to Heaven

What is this feeling I have?

Running down through my body

From head to toe, it causes me to shiver in belief

That the purpose of my existence is greater than

Any figment my imagination could perceive.

My thoughts are full of confusion and understanding,

Confused at the course of action I must take to reach the next level

Of magnificence in intellect,

And comprehension of the Sublime Being and arousal that germinates within me from that acknowledgement.

The death of my contemporary life is certain, but how am I to feel calm knowing death in its infinite form is false?

My soul cries to leave me at the thought of obtaining a majestic inheritance.

It knows all too well that the Creator of all good and evil is more than what He seems to be,

And is yet firm on His word.

To the East I see jewels of passion; eternal knowledge for an eternal life.

To the west I hear the birds sing as they fly to the voices of rhyme and reason.

These are the dreams that I dream in the darkest hours of night, and the earliest hours of morning.

The moonlight, shining the reflections of the sun’s powerful rays, shares with me wisdom

In equivalence to that of the bright yellow star that emits to us during the day the blue hew;

Affirming to me love’s truth and that beauty is not ephemeral, but enduring.

The soul of the universe vibrates within me. We are one in essence, as are all beings.

By a brook near the sea lies a tree from which originates the scent of happiness.

In that tree lies good and evil; the two are brothers, both being birthed from the same mother.

Love, the mother of all that is good misleads men with the test of faith, thereby springing out the birth of evil.

For a long while these brothers have clashed in the pursuit of their originator’s affection.

Good had won it from the start and will win it in the end, as was promised.

Evil will not lose either, nor will it win.

Instead, there will be a unity of the two brothers who define the very nature of human existence.

In separation they have been two ferocious enemies, each seeking out the other’s destruction.

Doing away with the foolishness of arrogance and envy, they will join in a union so supreme that eternal life will then reign in, revealing to the universe the everlasting bliss of paradise.

Such is the reality. The days of our former lives are all but a dream.

As I dream whilst living in my dream it is revealed to me, albeit complex and bleary, that there is something awaiting me.

I have no knowledge of what awaits me, and it troubles me to spend my days in perplexity as I try to search for its meaning,

Although the small bursts of transient vision bring to light an aspiration that I’m to attain.

Thus, reassuring me that life, with all of its hardships and illusions, is good.

Never failing me, except in moments of consistent normalcy, my pen graciously records all my apprehensions as I continue to ruminate about the conundrum of the current life.

Driving ever so fast down the highway to hell, passing each sign I come across that leads me back to the right path,

I’m beginning to pace myself, for the signs are still up waiting for me to take the offer

And buy myself a stairway to heaven that awaits me as it is reeled down from the white incandescent clouds in the sky.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 14, 2013

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