Far, so near.

Far off lands beckon me;
beyond the far green shore,
beyond the cold iron sea,
beyond my own front door.

Far away my dreams roam;
thoughts of brown lands,
thoughts of dark earthy loam,
thoughts of her soft hands.

Far distant my future awaits;
calls to me in quiet words,
calls to me promised fates,
calls to me as morning birds.

Far, far - so far, so near;

where feather memories linger,
where love melts sorrow's fear,
where I myself become the singer.

               ~r

               all rights reserved,
        © March 2007, R. Braley
               (astralshepherd)

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Kuranya
March 5, 2007

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This is just gorgeous, you have such a breezy way with words, I never help but be amazed, this piece is no exception... wonderful job

Karen