My vision soars through crystal skies bourn high in astral flight Drifting free on shifting breeze banking left ... then banking right ~ A reclusive need for solitude spreads wings within my head and rises up through phobic mists atop the pall ... 'tis stress I dread ~ A rising sun smiles upon my face triggers ... coronary delight above the clouds of Heavens step helping ... rectify my plight ~ My leaden shroud is lifted high six angels share its' weight " Top 'o the morning " I heard them say as they passed through Heavens gate ~ " We'll have your shroud all cleaned and pressed we'll embroider on its' nape A morning dove shall bring it back wear it well ... it's Heavens cape " ~ Descending home ... can't help but see the worlds a brighter place A pristine air pervades the skies as tension seems erased ~ Subconscious thought soon nullified Fresh air ... inflates the hollow I yawn and stretch as natures song sings through my open window ~ My dream serene starts fading fast my thoughts to reality ... focused while reaching out to close the pane a dove slipped through ... unnoticed ... ~~~
I started to cut and paste some of my favorite lines Rex ... but I copied the whole poem, so I stopped, and will try to say how wonderful this is anyway!
This is sincerely beautiful! What a lovely way to envision a renewed optomism through a tough day. I think I'll carry this image with me always ... this wonderful cape! Truly, I think this is my favorite of yours so far Rex!
Best wishes, /Kit
Listening to every heart