Treasure Island

Linda Mottet


Old Souls Rise


Far below the surface churn
Non-sense is now set a blaze.
Come sit down beside me
Together we can watch the flames burn.
Rise on the vapors
Like old souls freed at last in the expansive sky.
Rain down upon the earth
Wet vapors, ashes and mist.
Gentle piercing Light
Shadows cast by Souls.
Hear their happy song
Sweet fragrance
Forgiveness unfolds.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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  • Dipy Hermonite (9/26/2013 6:30:00 AM)

    Very nice Linda. I like it. Have rated your poem.

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