Visions pt3-Marooned (Visions Forsaken)
There was a warm gust from every angle
I felt like an unleashed angel
A path up ahead went neither up nor down
It made no difference, my souls were on clouds
Ran my fingers through the air before going too far
I stopped to gaze, more or less, and picked up some stars
Looked them over and gave them to the wind
But they stayed with me like next of kin
And my journey begins
There was no sign of sun, but plenty of light
No need of sleep, the night had the day off
There was nothing familiar but also no fright
No laws of the land and no grass to stay off
Everything at hand, no need for resilience
Worlds on my lashes, each blink was brilliance
I peered on down far into the blue
Imagination expressed in magnificent hues
And my journey continues
There was a flock of birds streaming above
Wherever I turned I could feel the love
A newborn to my right, raindrops of life trickled
And a figure to my left, in the field with its sickle
Devils and saints danced side by side
With pride but had no agenda to hide
Shook hands with my shadow when I thought I had traveled
The distance
But the journey had more to bedazzle
poem by P.R. Prosper
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