XanaduA Poem by Pete"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads." - ThoreauLast night I dreamt. 'Twas heaven sent. Not hell bent. This dream was soft and cushioning like an emerald carpet of graceful grass. Magnificent and elevating. Lofty and luscious. Staunch and solicitous. Bold and bedazzling. Cathartic and cleansing. There was no right and wrong. No guilt or innocence. No pain or tears. Sin wasn't even a concept, let alone a reality. Even the clouds obeyed. Music played from nowhere and everywhere. Violins spread compassion as strings sang. Guitars glorified gleefully. Dreamy drums kept a rock steady beat in all of its creation. A mountainous melody. You could depend on it. Live by it. Bet your life on it. A house high up on a hill. Radiant and gleaming. Embracing and welcoming. A reposeful refuge. A truthful testimony. A coy, compassionate castle on a ledge. Overlooking all. Crystal clear waters flowing out. Pure and pacific. Dispensing a promise. It was innocent and eternal. Complete with ample bridges to journey. The way things were meant to be. Love and life. Faithful and fervent. Forever. In my soul. ... Xanadu ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on February 13, 2018 Last Updated on May 21, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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