Their Salvation

Coming out of distant dreams of splendid things lovely impressions healing schemes where discerning deceptions profound perceptions within without were strewn. My consciousness roused from myriad worlds of angels and demons realms and reasons from castles and kings subtle things psyche’s pleasings. This awakening from primeval sleep vast kingdoms from fantasies stories allegories from dark the deep my ethereal dawn rose moonless from its keep. Three words appeared without a sound for which I prayed for which I knelt bound and chained in despair found begging blind sages indifferent Gods cursing the fates no solace for ages. Three words staring back at me in silent repose such ecstasy their remedy so that dreams dreamt dreams meant to create rhapsody could not imagine their salvation. (Click on the pic to purchase my poetry book!)