Dreams of miracles, our new world
harbor of caged analogies, truth
Stand in the line, feeling lost powers
feathery cushions alone to take life's stand
incantation of rains , floods
be near withered rise of fear
Angels surround all those who believe
and arranged tiles of paths known
we carry one simple breath of hope
Rainbows for gates
among the spilling reds that purge our flock.
Lasting nights
among stone faces
released of time, hourglass
songs of endless voices, trumpeter blare
among the heartless dance of invisible power.
There is an evening bell that chimes
melodies carry children's light
mountains weep, cries heard
and angels lean to listen.
murmurs
downcast the angel which carry answers
It is the fragrance of God
sleeping ,sun awakened
with moon collision
It is the calling to all lost souls
Last chances
canted sunlight promises
By fairystar50
