Treasure Island

Phil Charters

(11/05/1958 / Australia)

A Stairway To The Moon

Primal light
Beams through
A cloudless balmy
Where the water rolls
In gentle waves
And ever so
softly lays
A stairway to the moon

That whispers
Beckons to
Mine weary soul
Come ye climb this
Not shackled to
Ones humanness
With ego lost now

With weighted steps
At first I climb
And then my soul
Bursts free
I judge no being
Nor mine self
The light
Illuminates me.

Far from home
Where worries
Grind my sanity
Not at all
No festering wounds
On egos flesh
With whom it is
I love
primal light
it is not,
but love that lays
A stairway to the moon.

Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

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  • Pheko Motaung (5/9/2012 11:06:00 AM)

    I lost some tears over this fantastic poem! And now I must thank...a hundred times! Thanks (Report) Reply

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