Then I Can Disappear (coming towards the end)

I must go first to the mountains
To find the Angel that tells truth;
He guards the secret valley
Where God first, created youth.

I will pass beside the pine wood
Where the sunlight threads the trees;
And buttercups dance in swaying rows 
To the music of the breeze.

Then follow twisting bubbling streams
Through the forest of the kings,
Avoiding fallen angels,
That hunt there for their wings.

Then I’ll reach the desert
The land of dust and stone,
Pass by others that have failed,
Sandblasted white lost bones.

And finally to the foothills
At this stage I’ll know I’m near,
And if he whispers one last truth -
Then I can disappear.

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

Beautiful. I'm not religious, but even so I could admire the journey you take the reader through. Reminds me very much of poetry by the Romantics in the way you depict landscape, if I were to make any recommendations it'd be to include personal feeling too, a sense of who it is making this journey. As it stands, great stuff. Keep it up!

[John Anthony Fingleton]

Thank you Tom, my own religious views are not Christian (although I was born into it). It is the plan of a journey I might still undertake. I am afraid I do not like explaining the poems I write; they are (not all) results from a personal experience, that only those involved would fully understand. I just share them. Sometimes they strike a cord in other people. Thank you again for your review.