Spirit


from the ABC set Dust

A brief glimpse of self and pasts,
of hearts at peace, untouched by time;

Stand by me my youthful shadow,
with unfading recollections of hope and fear;

Whisper a dream to me,
my soulful future of gentle happiness;

Not to be forgotten; My tear of gratitude,
falls across my lifeless dried lips;

Sweet sensations ; bring me a Spirit
of warmth and pleasure and timeless waves of salvation;

Flow across my anger ; Behind you , with you , on you
I depend and hope and pray that day will come;

That we may stand , together , once and for all
Eternity will know our dream;

As we fall in perfect unison into the abyss;
hand in hand , at one , in love and whole again;

Fare thee well

x

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Comments

Silver Spun Sand | December 30, 2009 - 12:41

This is beautiful and I particularly like the plural 'pasts' in the first line of the first stanza.
An uplifting poem and yet poignant, that made me think.

Tina

Firebird | January 2, 2010 - 09:40

Thanks Tina :)

Happy New Year x