Beyond These Confines

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

beyond the scope

pushing an uphill rope

clinging to hope

i'm in a different realm

a kingdom with music and nature at the helm

i hear and see it through a prism of undeniable, unadulterated truth

a crystal clear refraction of perpetual youth

people see me and remark, "sometimes he can be so uncouth"

as i climb the slippery elm

subtly

with no desire to overwhelm

searching for answers

in a night sky ridden by shooting stars with raised lancers

praying down upon aging knees

hands raised like swells on stormy seas

giving thanks

pleading, "please"

clinging to a life preserver and relinquishing  pride

never in need of a ride

because i hold the golden keys

always able to see the forest

along with each of the towering trees

in a domain that always knows and sees

a purview that liberates and frees

a kingdom that denounces lies as it lives and breathes

i bask in the mellisonant notes

in a place that floats

a place that always rhymes

in these trying times

beyond these confines

Author's Note

"All nature is doing her best each moment to make us well—she exists for no other end. Do not resist her. With the least inclination to be well we should not be sick." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful. I love it. Great job.

[Pete]

thanks for for your time and thoughts twc.

[ETERNITY]

That's really beautiful, Pete!

When my mom was dying she could hear the Hallelujah Choir.

I love this by you. Thanks for sharing.

[Pete]

cool about your mom. thanks for "getting it". much appreciate the shared thoughts.