Moonstone Mansion
It's a place, beneath
dark sky island which
I created just for me.
A piece of eternity far
away from clouds, stars
or land.
To get there all I need is to
meditate, breathe deeply, place on my heart, these poetic hands.
Shaped like a moonstone dome, the home is, and I
am free.
It has a huge window
where I can observe sea
life in awe and in wonder.
There is the fireplace with
its amber glows, which warms
my body and soul.
Here, there is no frantic
search to reach goals.
Candles are lit, I have my
sheepskin cover, to lie down
upon or to get under.
I lie there in awe,and such
fulfilling peace.
There are no electronics there, but I can smell the
sea's refreshing air.
And can go back in time,
and relive moments, fair.
Complete, intact, as they were, with no surcease.
I don't need a movie or
music to reach that space.
It's the healing powers of waves and myriad fish at
the window.
That makes my consciousness rise to
a glistening crescendo.
And touch all those
moments that time can
never erase.
3/10/1
~1~. Edited...
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