Light
lights the path in front
this night is dark and light
inside
the country of my mind
a dream
which Angel tends
fleets and fleets down streets and streets
this Presence in this city which is my soul
brings lucid thoughts
of crystals dressed in glory
wings of wonder
no fickle dream of Strawberry Fields
no Purple Haze
no smoky Summertime of gravid voice
in shock of white and blue
Angel's gentle fingers placed
synapse to synapse
fair refrain
jolted sight
shocked delight
fills this spirit soul
a far away place
is near
i am a pulse
of sinuous light
Most enjoyable piece of poetry. Some great lines in your composition.10/10 Regards, Ian
Wonderful composition shared! ! ! Great theme... WELCOME TO POEMHUNTER! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and very well written. You draw us into an experience and leave us to wonder. Thanks