Mind a blur, somewhat a trance
She takes my hand, the music plays
Hearing the past, seeing the present
What she wants, she will not say
Music memory, on my ship
Leading me forward, so I don't trip
I know her name, red hair too
Where she takes me, I must follow
Music's clear, not from here
Time has passed, she is near
She leads me to the stairway
One I've never seen before
Smiles at me gently, gives me a tug
I trust her with my life today
In this dream she's here to stay
Guiding me one stair & another
The music plays from an earlier day
Passing through a mist or cloud
She never speaks in voice aloud
Mind to mind we walk together
Feeling free, no nasty weather
So many stairs we have traveled
How she knows, my thoughts unleveled
Brings me to a place, the music clear
The Stairway to Heaven, I am here
Author notes
My personal angel!!
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A contest entry
- PROMPT!! by Cinnarry.
1000 points, ended May 31, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I enjoyed the level of closeness expressed within this,the sincerity was felt like a companionable silence as the reader travelled the stairway in awe of the connnection and the sweetness of it's confection
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This comment really makes my day! I am that close type that loves love for it's higher degree of wisdom and appreciation of others. sometimes even though we know we can get burned we still have that compassion for others hoping that they have it too. thanks for the excellent comment and applause. Your pal, Don
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Wow incrediable! I think you did a fantastic job writing this ~ . Good luck in the contest!
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Thank you Malicai for the inspiring comment, Don
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Oh I just love this!
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Thank you Cin!! Happy you love this one! Makes my day! Your pal, Don
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