Make it so

I dream of crossing the emerald lands

and seek to hold the very stars within my hands

their silvery pools splashed across this sky:

the heavens I shall ascend to once I die,

my heart bleats for thy love; a lover to be loved

for my soul is ever fragile wrapped tight in a glove

climb every mountain, like a dog for a bone

I am searching for thee so to be not alone,

to sail the seven seas and breathe the blue air

travelling far from this hellish place of despair

I wish to soar through the clouds and watch down on below

if only I could make it so.

By: Jamie Gibson

(crowfeather)

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think :)

Reviews

[Isaac Baffle]

A wonderful job, makes me a bit green with envy that you used Thou :) I think it fits each and everyone of us to some degree.

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Jamie,

I very nice piece with a lofty, dreamy air, and so full of aspirations. Quite inspiring, actually. You did a fine job.

My very best regards,

Rick

[Satan]

You are deep for sure, and you are adept at expressing yourself... I think you will get some brains ticking. Respect :)