a voyage over earth’s unfolding cords
in clear and crystal cosmic silence
with the music and art of bending
as do willows in the breeze to
through misty shadows of time
causing my thoughts to play
Leaving tokens of love for me
whilst reaching for the tenderness
with such a touch of Heaven’s pure healing
‘neath pools of light that shone
allowing me to drink my fill from
the sacred well.
If only we would learn that
the highest peaks we ever have to climb
are those walls we build for ourselves
to hide from the world outside
are those which keep us imprisoned
© Daydreamer Too
The wall was built long ago, but what’s to be done if eyes don’t see beyond the watermark left in rainbow pools of longing from too many tears having been shed.
Do we sail quietly away as evening falls, silent, through her sky, or do we stay, hold the dream within and if we can….Keep breathing.
If love could build a bridge between your heart and mine then, somewhere in time’s vast expanse we may yet cross the great divide to where a promise still lays in wait, if enduring love ever decrees those walls will tumble, crumble once more, softly to the ground.
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Shared at Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus week #58 (The wall was built)
This is something I wrote a few years ago but, thought it apt for the Jenyy Matlock promt about walls.