Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
William Wordsworth .......................................................................................
The golden laburnum tree stands like a sentinel
on the island in the middle of the lily covered pond
as I view the expanding and unfolding majestic landscape
and I recall times now past, and loved faces since departed
the sweeping lawn provides a breathtaking walk downhill
a venture back into the magic of enchanting time
but alas , there are no familiar traces to be found
of the eyes that once danced with the sparkle of life
as I observe a little grebe nervously emerging from the banks of iris
and within my being, I sense the most mysterious sighs
that yes, there are many things veiled from our profane eyes
for if we knew, we may have upset the perfect plan
I take the path that leads to the hidden grotto
with trailing wisteria and phalanxes of spectacular cyclamen
rushing waters cascading in wondrous waterfalls
moss laden walls sculpted with Victorian splendor
this secret garden that is peculiar to me
where yesterdays dreams come alive in full vigor
while the warbling of the wren serenades life's greatness
and the scurrying ant, works tirelessly and diligently
as the spider weaves his gossamer magnificence
this sacred sanctuary where my love and I exist
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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Thank You for sharing this "sacred sanctuary" with us. I know this place, it's within the heart.
Love & Light,
Joseph
tAYLOR
Allen
Joy
Mary
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn. :D
How about England beating Paraguay in the World Cup?? They played their hearts out; hope they win! :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A poem to remember Peter
ty for posting :)
paz
Anita
Fee
eT
God Bless
Michelle!
You Watch Titanic In End Old Lady Dies She Goes Back To Her Tragic Moment On Titannic (Both In Freezing Waters) As Young Girl & Meets Young Boy Who Died Only To Save Her-So She May Live--One Best Moments Of Few Movie Directors Captured- How You (Soul Can Survive Holy Hell)-Of What Can Does Exist For Very Few Mortals.
You Must Go Back Into *Eye's Of (God) Is Where I Go Back Too & Meet All My Little Children & Literally Millions Of Dead Little Children Their NEW Friends & Playmates -NOW (God)'s His Little Children...
* (God) Is Always Watching Like Massive Computer Records Knows Even Fall Of Baby Sparrow-So How Can Any Imbecilic Human Being Thnk He (God) Doesn't Know Your Very Secret(Even Perverted) Thoughts...
Tear's TRASK
Susan
Thank you Peter...
Peace & Love Always, Dove