Monday, January 5, 2026

Upon the Isle of the Blessed

Waking from my forever sleep, my eyes opened in dreams
I hadn't lost you and never felt loss from my endless bleed
The sun was golden and glowed, the wheat was full, ready
As winds were soft, the memory of your kiss led me to joy
The fields were alive in hope, creation had calls I'd follow
I lingered in your presence, my love was no longer hollow
To be there upon the hillside, never becoming tired, I laid
As the time came, as I was renewed, my soul given solace
My being was born to see this place, a morning awakened