DISTANT SANDS

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by Paul Summerscales

DISTANT SANDS
To fly to another plane ,
you don’t have to board one,
the non ferris flying ,falcon .
Climb up stairs of twisting metal ,
watch a cloud of bright kiss a petal ,
as you journey to a light ,
as you continue your flight to ,
a place of settle .
A footprint upon distant sands ,
orchestral delight ,
and long gone bands .
Lost friends and brothers ,
staightened out bends ,
and awaiting mothers .
You here a voice behind a cello,
you turn around and meet your hero.
I wonder what we all see,
and I wonder if ,
they could see me .

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