Ian.T
Ian.T
Jan 08, 2013

A Journey

Out of the thousands of physical miles.
Comes a thought,
The thought crossed the time and distance.
Faster than light.

Held within that thought is a woman,
That has been all that a woman could be.
Then some.

I walked the dusty path and peered into her ways.
In there was a mother, who's light was a beautiful blue.
This is the best of all colours for a light to be.

I shielded my eyes
Lest I should take some of that light myself.
This would garner my own Spirit’s ways.

Then a voice asked of me.
"Just drink of what you have seen in another".

I answered by saying.
That I only wanted to hold that light,
Lest it be dulled.

The gentle voice replies,
"There are many that are holding this light,
as it is precious to us all”.

I cried a tear and stood back a little,
so that I could see all and learn.
There bathed in the light was life,

Held, as a Spirit of life, in one lovely scene.
I withdrew from the room as I thought of home,
as I was not needed here.

My friends had done their wonderful work,
Then a quiet voice that I knew so well, said that
"Sleep is a time of healing"

I replied that I would wait the new dawn,
The new tomorrow is rushing toward us.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Auto writing, and a visit to a dear friend.

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Leicestershire, Ex Moonraker, GBR

Favorite Poets: All those I meet or read about in my books

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Comments

Seren

Seren

12 years 3 months ago

Just beautiful ... This is really something special
I think you have outdone yourself

Bravo

Love always Jc xxx

Ian.T

The whole influence of the write, came from someone that had not slept for a day or so, and one that had been a wonderful Mother to her children.
One that should rest but wont let go of the days worries.
I am glad to say that Teresa and Tiz will see to the troubles there.
Thanks for your read and comment,
Yours as always Ian.T & friends

Ian.T

Thank you for dropping in, as you can guess this was written for a very good friend that needed to rest, instead of staying up night after night being caressed with worries, it is better to sleep, then the mind can be sorted, Yours Ian.T