My eyes are turned to touch upon their ancient realms of hope............
Dreams of unknown melodies become my companions When the moon sits upon her throne, my love Far away, more gravitating Are the quivering stars in the heavens Up above
My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace Blazing there, high above the tallest trees In lines, my soul can name Running ceaseless and as fair as fair Can be
Within all the perfect strength I find from these two There lies this land, where breezes blow To chase away the fog That softly creeps across my heart With woe
The cares of life are swept away in unknown melodies Into that place known as wilderness, of sound My eyes are turned to touch Upon their ancient realms of hope Once again………. My world is spinning round
Oh my goodness, I glanced at the stats on this piece and see a number which surprises. I guess by the number, 1046 views, I am not your only big fan. I am as amazed at the number as I am at how you are able to capture light and mist and the realms of hope. With the words, "My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace Blazing there, high above the tallest trees", I find myself looking up to warm my face seeking peace in the tallest trees.
Beautiful write.
"The cares of life are swept away in unknown melodies
Into that place known as wilderness, of sound
My eyes are turned to touch
Upon their ancient realms of hope
Once again……….
My world is spinning round"
This poem is amazingly beautiful! I really liked the way you worded everything and how it all flowed so well.
The cares of life are swept away in unknown melodies
Into that place known as wilderness, of sound
My eyes are turned to touch
Upon their ancient realms of hope
Once again.......
My world is spinning round.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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