Spirit's Lands
 

Look upon my mind's great plains
Rolling hills and blue-white sky
Lay upon the tickling grass
As great white clouds meander by

All alone - my solitude
My great beyond-all-things
I wait, I sigh mildly
At what my conscious brings

I stand to watch the goings-on
And bow my head to none
Though this strength shows through to me
Great work is never done

I grow and change like the tides
My body meets the sea
Seasons pass, but I'm still here
Waiting stoic'ly.

dance mad fuhrer DANCE

I don't know why, but this great writing is obscured by your sig!

/solemnizing

There, changed. I hope you can enjoy the writing a little bit more, now. ;)

You know, I was really hoping to get more responses to this one...it's not often I write serene poetry.

I enjoyed that a lot. It flows very nicely

Something about this verse that just strikes a cord with me:

I stand to watch the goings-on
And bow my head to none
Though this strength shows through to me
Great work is never done


Keep posting. It's good stuff