Treasure Island

Annalee Hopkins Somerville


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Spiritual Journey


Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breath.

White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment,
As my heart starts to heal.

A piece of me,
In the startling blue sky,
As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.

I fly to unknown places,
Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me,
My eyes start to swell.

Tear drops drip slowly,
Down my cheeks,
The wind wipes them dry,
And gives me some peace.

Soaring so free,
Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently,
Takes me by my hand.

He shows me what was,
And what's meant to be,
And why my life,
Is so important it seems.

A long soar,
Like the eagle high,
I bow my head,
And I start to cry.

Back on the land,
Across from the tree's,
I began to realize,
What healing means.

It mean's not to forget,
Let the past flow,
Of all the horrors,
One soul had to go.

To take the strengths,
And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson,
I've learnt this flight.

Alone in the sunset,
I watch it go down,
When I finally realize,
What peace I have found.

© 2006 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry

Submitted: Saturday, July 25, 2009
Edited: Thursday, March 29, 2012

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  • Leslie Philibert (12/30/2013 12:23:00 PM)

    Nice hippy feeling, the poem a bit spoiled by the confusion between the plural and genitive in line 2...
    tree`s what? (Report) Reply

  • Alistair Graham (12/30/2013 2:51:00 AM)

    A poem within a poem (the first line of each stanza)

    Across from the mountains
    White clouds moving slowly
    A piece of me
    I fly to unknown places
    Tear drops drip slowly
    Soaring so free
    He shows me what was
    A long soar
    Back on the land
    It means not to forget
    To take the strengths
    Alone in the sunset (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/30/2009 8:58:00 AM)

    Alone in the sunset,
    I watch it go down,
    When I finally realize,
    What peace I have found......it is eternal joy andhappiness...lovely poemtobe absorbed in life....10

    reqad mine o, lord...prayer... (Report) Reply

  • Susan Aparejo (7/25/2009 8:43:00 AM)

    Good poem to tell a life search for happiness. Good for you, you have hug the joy youre searching for. And you diid it more as you wrote it here.10+++. If you have time, pls read my poem too. thanks much (Report) Reply

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