Drift Beyond The Shifting Sands. Poem by David Lacey

She emerges through the twilight
Shimmering glades of sweetened
Shades compliment her presence.
She speaks in soft melody aloft
The harmony she sings.
Proclaiming a love of broken wings.

A walk within valentine gardens reveals
The temperance of the shade.
Allow yourself some room to fade.
Drift beyond the shifting sands.

She emerges through the doorway of obstruction,
De constructing the souls she comes across.
Upon the pursuit of elemental analysis,
Seeking bliss within enlightenment,
We are perhaps an eternity off the mark.
For is not bliss the gift of the ignorant
Those left unaware of their descent?