With a glance
Nations
Men
Fall to their knees
Tremble
Beneath the weight
Of those eyes
Cast with
Love and
Power held
Behind you
A past strewn
Memories and
Empires
Unfit
Your graceful countenance
Before me now
Full splendor
Seated on
Rightful throne
To rule
All that is
Yours
I am
Humbled
Still
In reverence
And at
Full attention
Amethyst waves
Flow
‘Round seated form
And over
Edges of
Reality defined
By your presence
All else rendered
Obsolete
With intent
Blackbird wings
Spread and
Take flight
Beauty bestowed
Upon eyes eager
Hands that once shook
Now embrace
Take hold and
Tremors now
Of no consequence
For we are
Far above
Circle
And descend
To observe
To inspire
To bring
Beams of hidden sun
From azure skies above
Rolling clouds
To grey realms beneath
Grateful
All you touch
The earth rejoices
As cool air acquiesces
Making way for
Your return to
Solid ground
To distill
All you have seen
And heard
In voyages far
For those who remain
Grounded still
Lovely my friend. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Thank you, Dawn.
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An enchanting poem, and for me the voyage to solid ground can be a hard landing.
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I agree; any transition can be difficult, particularly those involving such a significant change in surroundings… Thank you as always for the time you took to read and comment.
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Always my pleasure ☺️
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love this! very nice!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Loved this poem
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I am glad to hear that; thank you.
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