Rising

I look behind to wonder
I wonder so much to wonder on
Yet the sky wraps me in its breeze
Pegasus kidnaps this child to the sun
He sails up with the wind as I too feel a rising within
The weight is falling off like rust dissolving in the air
As shimmering rainbow butterflies appear welcoming
The blue globe fades away beneath my feet
No more dissapointments, no more nightmares, no more fears
No more betrayals, no more crime, no more tears of pain
For this soul, this life is free

I paint a golden bridge up to the ethereal
There's a smiling face waiting
A heart caring, two eyes nurturing
Someone who knows and embraces all I'm feeling
Two arms surrounding me with all clouds of warmth and joy
Someone who's been burning to tell me things
Who's been meaning to show me a thousand rooms
Sacred moments every day, every night
Somewhere to stay, never to leave

Gentle Doves guide me with glimmering mirth
Rain of light brushes my skin
I can't believe I'm coming home

I die to lift from white covers
And fleeting to merciful grace I rise

What a liberating rustle of wings and beautiful ascending rush of rising you have painted here, my dear Franziska.

Take me with you!

Respect and solidarity, and kisses blown across the sea from me,

+Stevie

g`day dear fran,

indeed, No more dissapointments, no more nightmares, no more fears, a beautiful verse.

take care & keep well, love as always, greg.

Franziska! I just thought of something: I too have written a work called Rising, but it is a choral motet and was written ten years ago; you have never heard it, but I have conducted some really gratifying performaces of it over the years. I knew I felt especially close to the title, but now I remember why.

I have written so many things that I have forgotten all about some of them by now.

Your poem is dynamic and sweeping, uplifting in a refreshing way; it shows your great strength, which makes me proud.

Love,

+Stevie

very nice poem i like it alot!