A path I know was frequent trod
by me when I loved rock and sod,
loved rain and stream and silent pool
below the peaks that spirit ruled.

All lit a fire, consumed my heart,
this me, this being set apart
who trod that path so constantly
to seek a share, to seek to be.

Searching spirit wandering free
but lost in that great entity,
to find an empathy with all
contained within its great enthrall.

Then on one day there in the mist
I climbed the col to visions bliss,
lifting the veil to give to me
a prospect of pure ecstasy.

I see it now with time aged eyes
a silver pillar out the sky
pierces the dimness and reveals
the lakeland farm amongst the fields.

Once more I feel tears on my face,
gaze inward on that scene of grace,
such loveliness in life to keep
to take to my eternal sleep.

Graciously lovely,,,


Good one

Welcome back llaykorn.

joseph1832:
Welcome back llaykorn.

Thank you, Joseph.

gtim4uall:
Graciously lovely,,,


Good one

Thank you very much. I'd like to see you post your works too. What do you think?

Nice...me likey

llaykorn:


Thank you very much. I'd like to see you post your works too. What do you think?

OK, I will make that available sire