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Resting Spirits

up on the hill where you can just about see heaven 
thats where a spirit goes when it's concious is guilty of sin 
the spirit rests till it's own will can see 
all things that were are and will ever be 

if I wait till the dawn rises the reflection will stare 
straight twords the soul untill God's will is there 
up twords the sunlight follows the brilliant suns glare 
back from the heavens with all new flare 

where there is an opalesence look to the new moon 
follow it's shadows in a monthly gracefull swoon 
peacefullness in it's patterns a place away from the suns doom 
Carry me there away from here resting in it's shadows 
here in my souls cocoon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Dietrich Avatar
October 15, 2013 at 5:32 PM
what a very interesting perspective on things. a nice and spiritual poem.
Courtney Avatar
October 16, 2013 at 12:20 PM
to me it's floating in space and accepting that your the one thats there and after you float around somemore your still the one whos just floating around
Tacito Avatar
October 7, 2013 at 8:42 AM
Awesome to read something new from you!!! I love the sense of what, at first, seems like loneliness. But, it's not. It's a need for security & solace. At least, that's what I think. :) Wonderful job!
Courtney Avatar
October 16, 2013 at 12:19 PM
Drake theres a point in life that a girl just has to accept what is and what isn't this poem expresses that for me
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