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Voice in the Wind

Passionate storyteller striving to create meaningful connections. “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”

They go, they stay,
they fly around you
beseeching love, trust
and devotion.
But will dreams stay
if you just gaze at them,
not trying
to touch with fingertips
the fog and misty rain
that promise delights, greatness
on peaks of glory achieved
and halos
of a new horizon?

Is it just an illusion
or the reality to be
that wave in mirrors
to show you that fate
could stay on your side
making all you wish
come true in flashes
of purple rain
divided
by yellow drops of hope,
passion entwined
in velvet red
one final touch of green
for ever-treasured sights
of places that will stay beloved
in mind’s eye
under wandering pace?

If you wish to check
for the substance
and see
what can be touched
in one dream,
or a million
glitters, the sparkle
of new beginnings
will meet your hands.

There may not be
a brick and mortar
wall,
but then would you want stone to stop
to border
what you can be
or where to belong?

Let spirit fly free,
to come back
or go further
delighting passersby
on feathers
in the clouds
where only tears of joy can reach
and the song you have looked for
all your life.

© 2021 Amy Christie

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