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| For the Sunday Muse |
Standing in a land of desolation
barren are the signs of creation
somewhere past lavender skies
there's a place where spirits fly
seeking the waters of salvation
to end this era of desperation
walking on the sands of sorrow
I slip into the arms of tomorrow
a new doorway of hope appears
drifting songs of distant gondoliers
paradise is only a daydream away
on the edge of reality, palms sway
crossing the spiritual threshold
from my eyes tears gently roll
crossing the spiritual threshold
from my eyes tears gently roll
I catch a glimpse of golden light
my heart awakens at the sight
will there be a day of jubilation
is life an illusion of interpretation
posed for The Sunday Muse
hosted by Carrie
Thank you for visiting
Peace and Awakening!
sharing with Earthweal
posed for The Sunday Muse
hosted by Carrie
Thank you for visiting
Peace and Awakening!
sharing with Earthweal
This is so lovely Truedessa but that closing line is brilliance!
ReplyDelete"paradise is only a daydream away
ReplyDeleteon the edge of reality, palms sway"---Such dream lines! Love the awakening that ushers in bright days.
Just on the threshold, have to dream for it to come to be.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful--a dance cloaked in words. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines! Life as an illusion of interpretation is brilliant. I love the idea of the place where spirits fly......in the lavender skies.
ReplyDeleteThere will be a day of jubilation!
ReplyDeleteWonderful rhyme and rhythm.
I think with the right dreams to guide us we will find the way through
ReplyDeleteI think there is promise and deception both in that door -- and hard to say which is "an illusion of interpretation." Probably both. Thanks for bringing this to earthweal. Open link weekends are fair game for anything that calls itself verse.
ReplyDeleteHow we see the world often defines whether we see promise or deception on the other side of the door. Oh, may we earth dwellers never be totally void of hope.
ReplyDeleteWonderful last line, Trudessa. This is a hopeful, golden poem.
ReplyDeleteAh, the question posed by many … "Will there be a day of jubilation". I'm reminded of my father. In his last days I asked him "Do you believe in a life hereafter?" and he quickly replied, 'Of course I do" … and after a pause he added "If there is such a thing". We all want to believe in the day of jubilation, don't we?
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