Journey toward home,
approaches new day
morning in greeting,
light guiding the way
Horizons in dawn,
all color filled skies
placid 'scapes abound,
before weary eyes
Ensue within sleep,
wakening defined
Heavenly whispers,
call to soul and mind
Spirits of kindred,
offering their hands
beckon come follow,
beyond worldly spans
Perhaps just a dream,
shadows from the past
memories held dear,
upon the breath's last
Plush are the meadows,
sweet flowers in bloom
the path to glory,
just outside the room
A promise to rise,
in kingdom of gold
perfection one sought,
the truth as foretold
© C.E.Vance
Well written poem and a
Well written poem and a good read for the reader I also loved your rhyming in this poem. Your poem has a dream like quality about it as if everything is an appiration. Beautiful usage of words in your creation of this poem.
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Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind reply.
The poem has the lovely Vancey touch ..Unique in its own way
The poem has the lovely Vancey touch ..Unique in its own way.But better still your Authors Comments "It is what it is" You truly aim at perfecting each piece.
©bishu
I never regard my work as
I never regard my work as anything special - However, I do try to present my thoughts in a worthwhile manner, because I don't want to be regarded as the village idiot. When I finally finish a piece though--it is what it is--and nothing more. Thank you, as always, Bishu, my friend.