He landed lightly on the mountain top
and looked down into the valley below
bathed in the sunset’s pink glow
with people retiring for the night
he had a job to do in the moonlight
a soul to escort away
by the end of the day
**
He landed lightly on the mountain top
and looked down into the valley below
bathed in the sunset’s pink glow
with people retiring for the night
he had a job to do in the moonlight
a soul to escort away
by the end of the day
**
Northern lights and purple nights
aurora borealis colors in the night sky
a palette for the gods to paint
and beautify
and
forests and plains forever green
the most beautiful day ever seen
flowing fields of verdant grass
grassy knolls en masse
under the sun’s brilliant sheen
lies a blanket of emerald green
***
Satchmo singing”What a wonderful world” in a corner of the 1950’s themed diner that never closes down
a mythical diner that attracts great musicians and singers from all around
Jelly Roll Morton rubbing elbows with Duke Ellington at the red bar
the two legends watching Buddy Holly perform from afar
Little Richie, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Fats Domino
hanging out but looking for somewhere else to go
Roy Orbison and Elvis Presley
looking over at Billie Holiday and Peggy Lee
Diane Ross and Janis Joplin playing Liar’s Dice
while old Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra, tries to be nice
so he can stay in this musical paradise
chocolate ice cream and fudge sprinkled with a strawberry glaze, reading books, watching movies, playing board games on boring days,
dancing under the light of the moon, swimming naked in a hidden lagoon, wearing a funny costume
becoming a parent, politician, or playwright, creating a website, swimming in eternity pools all night,
prizes for running, jumping, and winning at Jeopardy, traveling to memorable places like France and Normandy, flying in planes that only hold three,
riding camels and horses in an exotic land, witnessing Yellowstone National Park’s geysers firsthand, walking on Mali’s white sand
hiking through the jungles of Peru, riding in a canoe, and learning Spanish too,
going to sports events, eating cabbage after it ferments, and living in tents,
but there’s got to be more
on some distant shore
my soul cries out
forevermore
souls sitting on sheer cliffs
like birds of prey
night and day
for eternity
their view goes on forever
unobstructed by reality
universes unfold like flowers
amidst meteor showers
a truly stunning display
in many a galaxy
far far away
what’s in your center?
an enlightening epiphany
or more?
discovering your inner core?
a place to safely explore?
some say
the soul is your center
and gateway
to your spirit
that follows a pathway
up a celestial stairway
to heaven
but I wouldn’t know
I have a wayward soul
that wanders alone
seeking the center
of the universe
and it’s secrets
but
I still wonder why
I can never go home
no matter how hard I try
after a century the first thing I could see
was a replica of me staring with curiosity
we looked at one another
trying to discover
the mystery
it didn’t take long
to understand what was wrong
when I blinked an eye
so did the other guy
and it became clear
I was looking up into a mirror
and there was no reason for fear
but when I stood up
I heard a hidden gear
instead of my heart
there was a moving part
instead of skin
I had something akin
that gleamed in the light
and gave me a fright
until I realized I was still alive
even if my body didn’t survive
roots from the human tree
go back before
written history
root desires
built empires
root foundations
built nations
roots of war
lasting forevermore
the human tree
rooted in reality
and what we know
continues to grow
as new branches
emerge and get strong
and people learn to get along
on the tree of life
unencumbered by bodies they passed by
a flock of traveling souls soaring in the sky
a grieving widow saw them giving her hope
of eternal life and the inner strength to cope
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