Plains Of This Beautiful Life
In the glories of the written word
There's living sadness, heavy with strife,
You can't borrow breath from an air not yours
Giving darkness its own form of life.
For in immense pride of vanity, desperately sought
I'm afraid this isn't for you…
As persons who call at seventeen steps
Are one's who remain with the truth.
Past transgressions in dubious accord
Remain forever locked in the vaults of secure,
And roads travelled light in distant regard
Still pleasure heaven's of reminiscently pure.
Smiles emitting from a poetical mind
Wish the suitors of freedom and love soft hands
It was never a concern of thy reality..
..as my footsteps devote familiar lands
Smile when it's time to forever let go
Move on with good fortunes in sight
In thy glory of a true written word..
..will lie your plains for a beautiful life.
"A dedication to new horizons and a goodbye to a beautiful setting sun"
Sherl@ 2/22/10