11 October 2012
Velvety earth underneath my flaming soles, Sprinkled wet with raindrops full of sorrows; Amidst unripe carpets of hissing bluegrass, Shivery air; brackish sudor turned crystals.
Heeding to the hymns of guiding sparrows, To where it leads appears opaque and narrow; Nimbus shifts to darkest as I glance farther, Yet no storm nor space shall cause me to falter.
Clasped with haloed eagles, enticed by majestic robes; Vanished with no traces towards a carved golden throne. Jar of rainbows broken, signet rings consumed by rust; Forsaken and forgotten, betrothment turned to dust.
The road onwards seeming endless, wearying to tread; Yet my wishings remain, as solemn prayers are said -- Our paths to cross, eyes to meet, lips once again to kiss; Souls, hearts entwined -- a journey to everlasting bliss.
©danabelle 10.11.12
Journey • Opuss № I