Stands the watchtower,
the lone titanic tree.
Branches filled with feathered messengers,
singing freedom from harsh seasons.
A thousand doves coo, heralding winters end.

The mountain calls again.
The path no longer crumbled and lean.
Even the crows welcome me here,
scurrying at my feet,
flying high, like Nepalese guides.
Crying "This is the way".

Pinnacle feat teases my senses.
Your voice, your presence everywhere.
I know you in the sky, the earth, the familiar mist that falls free.
Arms raised, I feel you take my hand,
lift me beyond the now into forever.
O beautiful realms,
artists have tried to share,
captivate me and more.

Love and Light speaks.
"It is not your time".
My soul,
flooded and overwhelmed
weeps.

Already I taste the suffocating valley's desert sand.

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LadyWind
Very moving. Beautiful.

I like, I like..... Very inspiring piece. I am elated by the extract,

'Arms raised, I feel you take my hand,
lift me beyond the now into forever.
O beautiful realms,
artists have tried to share,
captivate me and more'.

Kudos, gal!

Wow.....Deep and powerful.
Love this!!

Love and light speaks
With the words
Of wisdom

Love of light speaks
With the words
Of one beating
Heart and soul.

Thank you, this was a very profound poem and a wonderful piece to read.

This poem has a dreamlike quality to it LW7. The great spirit can be a valuable companion in this life, if we're receptive to it.

Bravo! Bravo! Very good!!

tommo / Ireland, but soon to be Anchorage Alaska.

Indeed enchanting my Kiwi xxx

Thank you each for your compliments.

Drifting off into sweet eternity, flying high with the birds, all the senses keen to the transformation from this reality to the next to a supernatural and yet the vision ceases, not yet your time. ??

Not my time :)

Lady...
You always leave my mind filled with visions and my heart filled with passion thank you