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Walking into
the land of make believe…
I’ve created
with my thoughts,
the world I wish to see.
Rainbows and sunrises
of every hue,
birds twittering
lend me cues,
to dreams awakening
in my mind,
displaying endless possibilities.
Silence deafens…
as I hear the leaves,
steadily dropping
with the evening breeze.
Eventide is boundless
then…
comes the beauty
of painted zen,
upon the sky
as sunset wends
its light …
across the sky,
the magic bends,
bidding good night
as the bright stars quell.
Night sky
secrets fly…
whisper stories
of soul’s unfolding.
Humming, chanting
flying within,
music channels
soulful sins.
Loving grace
shining light…
on thy face.
Stars shine
leaving a trace,
subtle hints
of colorful space.
Be the light,
slow the pace,
allow room
for miracles …
to leave a trace.
Those who despair
need a hint,
of other worlds
to move
through the hate.
All is love,
leave the fear,
of our race,
faith combines
with energy …
allowing the climb.
Believe your fate,
Love is real,
Believe your fate,
to make it heal.
Come together,
as we are,
love is real,
tis all we are!
Eventide
sings sublime
weaving pastels
biding good night.
When we hear
the gentle sounds…
and Summer tells
the time of day…
Cicadas and tree frogs
their songs do swell,
singing and charming
with their tales.
Tinkling water
running by…
flowing smoothly
as we sigh.
Into morning,
from the dawn,
on to eventide
from Sun’s nigh.
Cooling, soothing
light does fade,
as the night noise
joins the parade.
