Pilgrim Souls
Diamond tears are falling,
crystal streams of broken dreams,
lost on the horizon,
children in a driftwood jungle.
Pilgrim souls of brown and gold
shining in the autumn moonlight,
secret homecoming.
A shooting star scattered sparks all around us
as you buried me in the sand.
Magic dust for infant eyes,
the treasures we unearthed
laughing at the blues,
cheating time
and whistling in the wind.
Copyright © Marty Windsor | Year Posted 2007
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