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The path is set with crystal stones
Rippling in the sun's embrace
A wisp of rarefied breeze
Traces the road to the place that awaits.
--()()()()()--
I will follow the oft-trodden gems
And hear the mysteries they whisper,
I’ve heard their silent promise
And heed their clarion call.
--()()()()()--
In whispered tones that
Hover high above the birds
They speak of dreams
That once were mine
--()()()()()--
And told me I could rest
Tomorrow.
About the Creator
Marie McGrath
Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing



Comments (1)
Your poem evokes thoughts of the next life, that are whispered each day in life’s little mysteries. Lovely images