You have come to sail with me
In an aura of mystery
There is a blue spiked moon
In a tenebrous sky
The wind sings a plaintive cry
We are shrouded in ebony
Waves slap the boat restlessly
Not a word is spoken
Silence is not broken
Somehow we know our destination
Has to do with transformation
Knowing each other from eons past
Excited to be called at last
We know that each plateau we reach
Is structured mainly to teach
Until we arrive at a condition
To assume our rightful position
We are warriors of the light
Sailing boldly in the night
Heading towards divinity
To fulfill our destiny
etw~
love and peace, Carole
Birgit and Roger
Paul;-)
Regis
Make sure you have a reliable buddy and light bearer with you on this exciting and mysterious crusade !
Love
Peter
Hugs, Trish
You are a deep thinker with a beautifully accessible way to share it in your poetry. It often takes me a while to move on, even after I've left your site.
"Somehow we know our destination
Has to do with transformation"
10 words... fully packed! You're something! (smile) love,katy xox
Susan
Sail On!