Slipping off Jacob's ladder
onto a passing cloud
that drifts me out to sea...
Laze over a man in a hollowed out log
He smiles and waves to me
We dally under the rainbow's arch
Breath in the purple hue
Drink from the joy of the yellow
Feel the meaning of its blue
Swinging onto the arm of the quarter moon
I bid the sun good-night
Lulled by the silence of grandeur
I drift in celestial light
Somewhere in sight of Jupiter's glow
I step onto a star
Weaving in and out of the Milky Way
watching angels from afar
Will this be my journey to Heaven
The pathway God leads me through
Will I go on the arm of this evening star
Or drift home...in the morning dew
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Reviewed by Robert Hilton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 7, 2010
Very moving, the descriptions of colors make you slip away, you just wanna close your eyes and feel and taste the colors. Very nice indeed, thanks
I hope that when my time comes to visit heaven, the journey is as colourful and frolicking as this one! This lighthearted delight is just what I needed to cheer up my day Christine,
Bless you,
David
How many times I've asked myself that very question, though maybe not in that same context. Nicely done, I could close my eyes and see you hanging from that quarter moon, your words painted such beautiful pictures in my mind. Almost makes one not want to awaken, doesn't it? Thanks Dick
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Bless you,
David
Blessings,
Christine
cheers,
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