The Island Of Everlasting Spirit
We take a walk
through this magnificence;
a concoction of moving dreams,
a landscape of hills and fluttering butterflies.
We’re journeying through the sublime,
a place where sounds scintillate the ear
and make my inner rhythm rise.
We’re roaming free and with no purpose
than to gaze at the starry skies
that glisten with the glow of perfection.
We’re wandering through grass fields,
with mounds, and can hear the voices
of those who dwelled here once:
and yet they are still alive,
surging through us with their own
precious energy, a mutable,
touchable, inexplicable life!
We’re following the spirits
that urge us on with their whisperings,
in this other realm; we feel no fear,
just the endless sparkles of wisdom
that have been here for as long as time itself.
(c) Craig Gilbert
Take from A Gathering Of Wings