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| Category - People | | A Poem from the The Heartbeat of One Drum Collection | | November Recollections - Viewed 26 Times | David Devaney
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November 13, 2011 |
The Mist within the Dawn
Most mystical these mountain clouds
As earth does touch the sky
And life’s perspectives disappear
On which we do rely
It’s if the world is ending now
A shroud upon it placed
So we with trepidation step
Each last one now untraced
And though we optimistically
Expect the sun’s return
In time there is no certainty
And life can still us spurn
It’s then one sunbeam does break through
And then ten million more
Rekindling thoughts and hopes and dreams
Which are death’s only cure
Black Mountain Mary
She lives outside of nowhere
Beyond each winding road
Hidden deep beneath the stars
You’ll find her lost abode
A little independent of
All life’s dependencies
When challenged she accepts them all
Upon the windswept breeze
Off the beat and highway too
The grid is nowhere found
Adapted for each consequence
That might this world astound
Friendly as a butterfly
Her smile sparks the sun
Black Mountain Mary is prepared
When life is new begun
She’s taken time to understand
How fickle things can be
Then synchronizes too her heart
With life worth living free
And though each day comes differently
For she and Jerry too
Her strength of happiness prevails
As dreams keep coming true
Then patiently she leads the way
Beyond this world unsure
Into sublime serenity
Where love does life insure
Tricia
She’s mystically meticulous
Delightfully demure
Creatively compassionate
Artistically secure
Energetically aware
Percussion sets her free
Acknowledging the spirit needs
Of them and you and me
Angelically most gifted
Her heart forgives and gives
Touching life with wonderment
Her father’s memory lives
A little ostentatious too
She shares what she creates
Giving what she’s gifted with
A love that n’er abates
Wonderfully ridiculous
Remarkably astute
And soon she will be traveling
Reconnecting to her root
A woman of great fantasy
She shares it every day
It’s too her home that angels come
To find love on display
Lost Angel
When looking for our angel
We needn’t look too far
They rise upon the setting sun
Are found in every star
And if we look within our hearts
They’re there with every beat
Fighting demons in our lives
That we cannot defeat
Then when we seem to backwards fall
And life brings only fear
They capture us within their wings
And always draw us near
And every angel does respond
If we have lost our way
Their legions sense our teardrops
So often on display
They know too through our history
That we are weak and frail
So God gives us an angel friend
In case we ever fail
Forgiving indiscretions
Protecting us through war
Allowing us to understand
That love’s the only cure
So when you’re disillusioned
And life does take its toll
Remember fears are always shared
With angels in our soul
davidthepoet.com | | © 2011 David Devaney |
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