Beyond the canopy of stars
Past the farthest galaxies
There is a mysterious place
Where love plants its potent seeds
They become fragrant flowers
They grow tall when the harvest is due
Celestial roses, they bring a bounty of light
I was lucky to be one
who danced in the garden.
Love’s seeds grow tall
They shine with hope and courage.
William Wayne Smith
From Patreon
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Low, near the horizon,
I see a magnificent eagle.
It is my steadfast sentinel.
It shows me my path.
From a long-gone voice,
words echo in my soul.
Their tones recall a pure love.
Their accent lifts my heart.
I am climbing the last range.
I walk alone yet will stay strong.
My heart runs ahead today.
Can I share my echoes with you?
When I reach the end of the world,
I will know that I have followed the path.
I will see the eagle above me.
I will fill my heart with love.
William Wayne Smith
From my Patreon
Image from Pexels by Tyler Lastovich
Stride the ethereal trail
A path high above the mighty
They will not see us here
They are looking for the dregs
Do not be afraid
We are safe
I walk with you today
I hold your hand tightly
I keep you near me
We only need a few more days
William Wayne Smith
Photo by Vanessa Garcia
Poem originally published Patreon [Support me]
My eyes lift to the sky.
As the moon rose last night,
I watched its soothing glow.
I wait for it daily.
Although it never appears the same,
I am ready for the perfect moment.
When the sky has too many clouds.
I am unable to find the light.
When my moonrise is blocked,
I am sad and lose hope for the next day.
Some days, the clouds are thin.
I see their halo around the shining lunar disk.
Its laughing man breaks through the veil of clouds.
The ancient moon is always there:
a promise for the days to come.
I dream about my chance to go.
William Wayne Smith
Photo by Drew Rae: from Pexels
Poem from Patreon
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