Promised Lands
Claimed by Us in the Name of Glory
Our hands held in dreams
and not once requested details
Black soils near lush souls
inescapable sumptuous
Promise songs
to echo canyon crevasse
Sentient rivers
to channel valleys through intangibles
that bear sandalwood resins
A gentle rise from slumber
pre-empts every law with love
behind a vision
that never tires
Should eyes close
hearts w i d e open
Fertility
gifts a new world longed for
Ecstasy concentration everywhere
So when the children ask
“What was life like before this life?”
Of this we cannot speak
For elation
erased prior existence
Our luxury
saturated in laughter
Sheer frolic at daily life
decimated disharmonious seeds
Peace clambered over delirium
and never looked back
Free
So freedom free
we made promised land together
Hands
always holding hands
and we never
look back
Author's Note:
You.
Yes, Wonderful YOU! Find beauty no matter how hard you have to search, and then don't look back.
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A parting gift...
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