In A Far Off Realm

I sit within a room,

filled with knowledge

and experience;

holding the wisdom of age,

and yet the youngness

of one’s heart.

I am alone, and for that,

I create what I call art,

and finish it from the start.

Whether it be a poem,

or a song; perhaps a play,

or a novel, or even a short story.

I’ve written a many things

within this room,

as I looked towards

the evanescent moon.

And I will cross paths

with all the planets and stars,

to find your shining star,

wherever you are.

And as the room of my mind

collides with that which

is on the outside,

I may breathe one last time,

and find myself alive,

but only until tomorrow,

where I may borrow today,

and find myself

beneath a wilted elm;

somewhere out there,

in a far off realm.

Reviews

[Silmara McGarry]

Wonderfully well written and a delightful read!

.....My favorite part.

So GREAT, well done. Sil :-)

[Mercy Fae]

I find this poem to be very creative and well-structured.