Odes to my land

Rays gleam atop the horizon

the east coast's  light now dims

Evening's  crawlers slink from reddish hue,

as the last ray of the orange king sustains.

Secrets beneath the lights,

the soothing breeze brushing my leaves 

with misty clouds left destitute

in the land of souls turned waste. 

The moon's  bright circle will climb

The arteries of the channeled constellations

Incoherent splendor of stars, 

unfathomable  by the naked eyes

I can feel the soft fields,of alluvial

Of springs flower aura ensconced in my chest

Submissive to woo eternity,

those birds flying to Paradise

I thank my omnipotent prince

I am in his orbit,under his shade

In high blue seas of sunbeams

where Himalayas keep an eye on the tide

I am a blue blood in nature's grace

staring at the awe of grand eves,

of rainbows, and the gods we make

As I lie subdued in the divine lap of my mother.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this flows wonderfully and is beautifully worded. i am more and more impressed with your writes every time i read. well done!

[patricia]

I especially loved the last line it was like being given a last hug at the end.
I thought the second stanza was outstanding.
On the whole a great song of praise.
Loved it.

[Inda]

This is stuff filled of melancholy and nostalgia and longing for said land, great job!