Welcome to the playground of my mind
To gather here our hearts will bind
A visit oh so potentially divine
Sublime, we chime, in time, we rhyme
In the arena of the precious mind
There are no limits
There are no blights
Creating our realities as we wish
Ultimately, life manifests as we see fit
The mind is fertile
Profusely ripe
Luscious soil to sow good light
Tending to mind’s flowers, watch them grow
In the field of life, let’s shine and glow
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Regis
And life is stark
No more sunlight
Forever night
Hi! Loved your poem, just wanted to write about the dark that affects people more often than not. As for me, I am in your "Field of Light," and hope to remain there. Ain't love just wonderful . . . er . . . Until it goes bad.