Far away in the distance I see a light and suddenly
I want to follow
those inkling stars of beauty, in the gallow of my wishes
I hear a little voice inside that says,
Take me, take me, to unknown lands of mystery
fly me, fly me, o'er peaceful skies of every hue
Far away in the distance I see a light and suddenly
I'm missing you anew ;
Little rivulets accompany the quiet steps of sea
in pensive thought I tread, reflecting love anew
Why else would cormorants fly
if not for nigh and nigh
Far away in the distance I see you like before
a fading smile across your lips and suddenly,
you dissapear, behind the liquid stars,
away from me, away from me....
There are Earthly places that people put on their "bucket list," and then there are unearthly places that poets dream of beyond the twinkling stars. I believe you are writing about the latter and the imagery that it conjures up.
Speaking for myself: Anymore, it's the 'little rivulets' that seem the most intriguing to me. The little rills that continue to flow, despite all that wants to dry them up. Imagination can at times leave one marveling and encourage the poet and storyteller in us; giving each of us a chance, perhaps, to pursue wisely and fearlessly those things that set our souls afire. Nice message and imagery. Enjoyed. rlc
I have been to all of those "far distant lands" and some of them are not what they are made out to be in the dreamy distance of the imagination. Still, it's nice to have longings.
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