Short Poems 4

Golden Wings
Like a child during the harvest time
twitching toes and grains of truth between
you lay down upon the soft hay
dreaming of golden wings
that you may go away
far above the confusion and noise

It’s better for all that you remain
for that is what you chose
back when the planting arose

to seed and spread truth divine
that others may come to find
golden wings at harvest time

Little Ones
Dancing all about with not a care
from one to the next
they leave each flower at its best
jumping, flying, hoping, hiding
skipping, flipping, swinging, tingling

but its back to work
as the trees are barking
the Deva is harping
and the rocks are rolling all about

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dBrunn

Spiritual clairvoyant. The light that you live is the truth that you give.