By Cynthia Proctor
Opening the gate, this valley to see.
I bid thee welcome. Enter my land
Which opens its heart, when held in thine hand.
Behold the view at rainbow's end.
Sparkling fairy dust beg spirits to mend.
Crystal blue streams, from mountains fall
To quench thy thirst, and vest youth's call.
If thou be weak, my gardens delight
To offer their bounty, and deliver thee might.
The massive oak grants shelter by day,
To dew sprinkled violets, wherein fairies play.
Their giggled laughter floats on the breeze
Creating soft music, Thine heart to please.
But, disturb not the dove, in silence to wait;
The touch of an angel, who summons her fate.
cluttered streets of social decay.
Hatred spewed from firey tongues
makes ash of fairer days.
Mankind's hand, a fist
though not for lack of bread.
Silver coins, from time ill spent
reap tears of loss instead.
Who shall tend this wayward beast?
In what cave does it hide?
The cave which hides intolerance
where once, a heart did lie.
In silence, lend ear to your heart, as my story, to you, unfolds.
In spring
Soft breezes gave comfort, content being solitude’s friend
At play, alone in the courtyard, swinging ‘til daylight’s end.
In summer,
Pollen filled the air, sweet nectar to abound.
Ripened fruit, half eaten, then tossed upon the ground.
In autumn,
Night wings glistened, while weaving their silky cocoon.
Drowning in waves of emotion, as Venus danced with the moon.
In winter,
Gripped by winds of change, love of life hidden from view .
Ice, like diamonds, frosted my heart, reflecting the image of you.
But now,
My life not ended, though changed in many ways
Feel gentle wings that guide me...
Still grace, with love,
My days.
And stand before the tree
Unbridled halo of heavenly light
Miraculous to see
A tickle on my shoulder
Softly ruffling my hair
And candlelight starts dancing
As golden glitter fills the air
This fairyland, which so few know
Eludes both time and space
This simple land of merriment
Reflects in a smiling face
My age, it doesn’t matter
When cherubs flutter down
To the playground of my shoulder
Where there are no earthly bounds
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