In incandescing moods,
we fly on silver wings
around a blue tinted moon
igniting failing stars
with a candle of hope.
Our wings of silver
sparkle in the sun
as we sail in a cosmic smile
looking down on frailing things
touching them with the gentle flame
from our candle of hope.
Rejuvenating all of whom
touch the candle flame,
awakening their inner light
so it will shine bright again.
10 October 2009
I'm so glad to see that the quality hasn't dropped around here, , Excellent work again David Thanks for sharing it Love duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I forget that poetry is all about beauty; delicate beauty, rare beauty, every kind of beauty imaginable..then I read a poem like this one and I am happy then to remember that beauty takes so many myriad forms.. 'In incandescing moods, we fly on silver wings around a blue tinted moon igniting failing stars.........'