Pilgrims of a Thought

Within or without 

Seeking darkness in light 

The mahogany in teals 

Oft brown winds  

Stars relinquish 

This backdrop of bright days 

As this earth may sing 

A soft song in sparks 

Paid to this oath 

Of a light 

Coming from afar 

The heavens shall agree 

Upon a place to meet  

Warmth would find 

Embracings 

Of much found 

As trees shed tiny dust 

Of pure red  

Words would be this escapade 

Open to seas 

Lines of mistaken thought 

Hugged this release  

For bounties of love 

Effortlessly stream 

Longing to create 

A package of stars 

Dreams would lay in silence 

In his presence 

As something once spoken of 

Could seize 

Opening the doors 

To fountains of mercy 

He holds her world 

Within his arms 

Cradling all colors 

In pilgrims of thought 

As they both allocate existence 

From this borderless place  

Discoveries of pure wine 

Through an endless meadow 

They live eternally 

By banks of floral fields  

Campfires of the soul 

May lay a form of speech 

As they both known no end

Reviews

[Moomin]

A beautiful, sweeping work, a verbal opera. You paint with your words, and you reveal a calmness and tranquility to the reader. So many profound lines in there;

"For bounties of love effortlessly stream, Longing to create a package of stars"

The poem may be personal to you and I do not claim to understand it's full picture but, I feel that you hint of God with your words.

Real quality, keep writing.

Moomin

[Serene Star]

i like your take on it
It is mine to write and yours to feel and interpret
Thank you for your review :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poem just inspired a slew of poems from me...
thank you for that...and the wine was very good.

[Serene Star]

Interesting - i am going to review your work
Its Ramadan for us here in the Middle East :)read moreInteresting - i am going to review your work
Its Ramadan for us here in the Middle East :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what wonderful metaphor...i saw words journeying, landing, sharing with the Native Americans who understand us and nature much better than we.
we have endless speech, but do we ever really say anything?
that's perplexing.
maybe i'll go to that meadow and have some of that wine.
j.

[Serene Star]

Thank you Jacob