Words swirl round me in a dream,
all not envisioned in written form.
More like a feeling, a sensation,
an awareness of comfort.
Within soft,
blissful melodies becoming as mist,
floating into the clouds.
Winging their way among the heavens,
now eternal.
KJW 1-18-16
This poem was inspired by some lines in one of Mindy's poems, 'Barefoot On A Heart-Shaped Path', which she posted here (at Kindspring) on 1-4-16.
The last lines of her poem read 'blunt edges gone, tumbling to calmness, resting in the palm of God'.
They came to me one night in a dream and continued to stay with me until I could form them into a poem of my own.
The watercolor of the sky was part of a study I was doing on skies while taking a class. I painted it many years ago, but thought it went with my poem.
(Yes, it truly does, Kate - Patrick)
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