Walking
I walk these dreams, these glittering
stardust paths. Gentle of foot upon
wishes strewn before my step, amidst
the stars and moonbeams golden bars
I seek salvation for this heart. I know
my answer is here, near, the glittering
of a star away, for it is here that angels
sing their songs and words trip from
giving tongues. Echoes of her name
wrap and enfold, ever pulling me
onwards. Onwards to that celestial
seat and be ever at her side, where
dreams are realized and the heart is
bathed in the milk of love. Where
time is of no significance, and only
the fruitfulness of feeling fills the
soul. Onwards I journey for I know
she waits, every step in poetry, this
heart has no constrates.
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