Star Seeds
A diamond-bright light pierced the ebony sky
~ traveling for eons straight into my eye.
Starlight encoded with the wisdom of sages
is seeding the Earth with the knowledge of ages.
Visions of beings aglow with bright light,
surround the fountain I drink from at night.
God’s Library records every milestone
~ names of those passed and those yet to be known.
As there is no beginning ~ there can be no end.
~ Life is a journey to ascend or descend.
Rising from mists of star galaxy dust,
all life in the universe does Divinely combust.
All atoms in life are derived from one source
~ and often are strewn by an unnatural force.
By casting aside God’s sanctified laws
~ perfections are lost and riddled with flaws.
Embrace our uniqueness as a part of the whole.
By loving Our Father, we light every soul.
As we pray for salvation to Heaven sublime,
our lives flow poetically in rhythm and rhyme.
Om
Motes of stardust envelope me
as mists roll in from a cosmic sea.
And air perfumed with Heaven’s scent
removes all trace of discontent.
I’m carried high on angel wings
~ through endless skies as choir sings.
All pains and sorrows ~ they lift from me
as my soul ascends and I’m set free.
As I cast off earthly feet of clay
~ with thankfulness in heart, I pray.
God wraps me in his love and grace.
I fear not death in His embrace.
Corinthian columns and hallowed halls
~ glow with the light from Spirit Falls.
Cascading waters surround God’s home.
With reverence, I whisper “Om”.
Thoughts of You
I lie listless beneath a willow tree
~ in the leafy shade of its canopy.
I sip sweet tea on cubes of ice,
with twists of lime and lemon slice.
Sweet Williams scent the balmy air
~ rousing memories of love so rare.
The skies of summer are hazy blue
~ as I lose myself in thoughts of you…
The Poet
With slip of sun at evening’s end
~ the poet’s mind will then transcend.
He writes the words within his seam
~ puts pen to paper as in dream.
In stillness of the darkest night
~ by flame of candle burning bright,
the poet sits and ponders theme
~ puts pen to paper as in dream.
From deep within his magic ink,
lies sea of notions ~ deep in think.
He writes a poem from just a gleam
~ puts pen to paper as in dream.
A poet with his thoughts in stream
~ puts pen to paper as in dream
Paradise Found
In the misty gloaming of bonnie brae,
a lad with a fife and a drum,
hailed his love for a lovely lass
~ of them all, she was the plum.
O’er hill and dale he searched for her
~ this maiden beyond compare.
She stirred his soul like no other had
~ of them all, she was most fair.
One glorious morn, at the break of day,
he found her by the shore of the loch
~ sadly singing of the love she had lost
as tears soaked her emerald frock.
Gold rays of sun lit up her face.
Dresden skin was as fair as milk.
Her eyes reflected the blue of the sky
and her hair was of auburn silk.
She heard the sound of the beating drum
~ followed by the trill of the fife.
Her sadness left with the sight of the lad
~ whom she knew would be part of her life.
He knelt and spoke before the lass,
recounting his search for a wife.
~ Once he spied her on the bonnie brae,
he knew she’d be his for life.
Her cheeks flushed the rosiest pink.
The sparkle returned to her eyes.
He swept her up and twirled her about
~ They both had found paradise.
In the misty gloaming of bonnie brae,
a lad with a fife and a drum,
hailed his love for a lovely lass
~ of them all, she was the plum.
The Edge of Time
In swirling night skies of indigo blue,
bright beams of moonlight were streaming through.
Diamond-white rays limbed a distant shore,
as I gazed across seas into evermore.
Flashing auroras lit up neon night,
as I peered in awe at the glorious sight.
For there before me lay mystical lands,
with tropical trees and white, sifting sands.
Gardens with flowers of every hue
and unicorns romping came into view.
All was innocent and simply sublime
in a land existing at the edge of time.
Towers of ivory touched sorbet skies,
where dwelled fairy prince who ruled paradise.
This mystical world appeared once a year,
when Duanan the Druid would reappear.
The wee Celtic folk danced in gay merriment,
in high celebrations of this happy event.
With ringing resounding from blue floral bells,
they whirled in circles around fairy wells.
I stood there in silence ~ in a state of awe
at the beauty and gaiety I joyously saw.
But then in an instant, all blurred in the midst
~ of a dense rolling fog of heavy dew mist.
What was it I saw ~ and dare I believe
~ as I gazed across seas on a midsummer’s eve?
Perhaps I was beckoned to this land sublime,
to remind me of home ~ at the far edge of time.
In swirling night skies of indigo blue,
bright beams of moonlight came streaming through.
Diamond-white rays limbed a distant shore
~ as I gazed across seas into evermore.
