Everything is so old.
I’ve been here a long time,
I can’t remember … but I know.
I want to move on from these wearisome foothills,
the valleys, the alps.
All these people …
I’ve seen them before, changing like lifetimes,
but doing what they have done before.
Is there a lovely glade?
Under the welcoming oak tree
staring into a child’s bright world—
but now, traipsing through darkness … up, down,
no place, every place, seeking Peace Roses.
Is there an Inner Garden?
Who said that?
Love is all there IS spoke,
And I walk on shimmering with the Light.
Submitted by: Na'imah on 09/27/2017
Add your thoughts, insights, or comments below.
Tagged with: Voice of Elysium