Something new's begun to walk
Spirit is its form
A stranger in a gateway
Tears a purple door into the heavens of my seeing
Clean away
The space above the graphite plain horizon
Meet the Shepherd of my soul
Clear through
Before darkness enfolds
I am unfolding wings of orange purple rays of setting sun
I display this divine place beyond the highest peak born well before the earth was young
Why did I forgot this portal into space and symmetry and time?
Tommorow
Years...and years...and years gone by
I've never known or tried to climb these mountains in the sky
Never reached the point where I wanted or knew how to fly
There
Where astral vista vantage points
Appear to me and draw me out and give me shape
The prisoner has escaped
Now closer to the summit than the slammer
I tried to capture shrinking sihouettes
And return them to their stature
Herd together all the earthly and transparent pieces shattered, scattered
3 comments:
Wow, well, we knew you were a poet, but this is beautiful...I'll read it again and again to get all the nuances, but it touches on my feeling as well. Hugs!
Wow, NS! what incredible truly amazing imagery. So nice to recognize some of the same feelings. Thank you, thank you.
TOTW
Incredible. Fearless Woman
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