I want open beams in the ceiling of my mind
plenty of lights, lots of space,
maybe a shadow or two inside.
There I can swing from rung to rung
from beams of hope and of pain.
Boards of love and of loss,
fully visible each memory clear.
None of my lived days lost,
a life not lived in vain.
An open mind like a parachute,
Sky’s the limit of all earthly houses.
A ceiling that I the owner can point and show,
all because it is a life fully lived.
All comings and goings noted;
all memories reside within
the walls of my mind.
Written April 6th 2005.
Wow.........Building piece by peice.....imagery is very well placed 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Geoff is right the imagry is fantastic, taking one to higher limits. I love the partial line 'ceiling of my mind'. Fabulous Shelley, nothing surprises me with you anymore, you are truly an excellent writer, I'm so happy you're my friend. Melvina