At rainbows end they dance on moonbeams
bathed in magenta skies.
They fly across blue oceans, where ancient
wisdom lies. Deep in exotic shades of jade
waters, healing angels await their call.
In a rainbows image they stand so tall,
when darkness prevails it buffers their fall.
Lightning strikes shards of gold,
eclectic shades in knights of old.
Their fire's in lanterns and billowing sails
amidst the haunting sounds of whales.
They ride eagles and horses
white winged in flight, assisting nomads
in their plight. Onwards and upwards
leading the way, to a greater understanding
of what is. Today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Janet, I really love the imagery in 'Indigo Children'. A very creative piece of yours. Great to see you're on the site. Ally xxx