Leaves whisper sound of our past,
Echoes of loss and grief,
Our song is sung by the wind.
Shimmering light flickers,
A place between resurrections,
Between new and old time,
Crossing over the threshold,
Walking through the gates of heaven,
A magic beyond dreams.
The good and the bad crossing over, leaving mankind in mayhem.........and chaos.Nice piece Jess.
I like the title of your write - sounds a bit biological :) very original idea lol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like 'Walking through the gates of heaven'. Also the sound of leaves whispering, reminding us of the past. Very compact poem.