The place

This is about a dream I had :)

The Place

 

There is a place

Where my mind always rest

And I have to fight

To embrace the light

 

I sit and appreciate

The world around us

As your beauty   

Enhances my insights

 

A lucid place

Where I still follow your trace

A place where everyone comes together

Helping me to end this race

 

I stop and embrace

As you look at me

My soul sinks to the ground

Loving you still

 

Author's Note

BEtter :)

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Like your poem "The Lovers of God" there is a continuation of though and spirit here.
My mother always tells me of her rejoice in the gospel. Yet I do understand what she means
she is speaking metaphorically of the bible as a tool of investigation relevant to her case.
Religion means a shared investigation not a shared pathology. Wonderfully spoken my friend.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Wow lovely :) I really appreciate your review and the time you took to read it :) thank you lovely* :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Well...hopefully that place keeps going for you..
and this is a testament of that euphoria that you have for it...
just has that feel as I read the work...

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Thanks for the review my friend :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[Mary Bosworth]

This is such a lovely and ethereal write..

[Carl Drake Barnard]

You have my Eternal thanks for such a pleasant review hehe