Slumber's Peace,
Has Blanketed me with Ease...
That I May Surf Once More,
Within the Carefree Breeze...
Sailing Along the Gusts of Wind,
Over the World's Mighty Oceans.
Heaven's Breaths,
Guides This Surreal Flight--
Of My Kite.
I Rise...
Above Where Bald Eagles Glide,
The Secrets of Heaven,
Unveiled Before My Eyes.
Upon The Accursed Ground Below,
I Don't Fare...
Better to Gaze at the World On High,
Than Struggle Within it,
Down There.
For Up Here My Spirit has Found Rest,
Floating Along Heaven's Breaths.
O' Dear Kite...
Why Do you now Gracefully Free Fall,
To Leave Me Down Here Again,
Within This World of Broken Dolls?
Once More...
I Awaken With Wondrous Images On Replay,
But This Time,
A Silent Voice In My Right Ear Does Say--
"Among These Broken Dolls For a Time You Must Stay,
Soar the Sky for all Eternity You Shall...
Some Day..."
{The Papers of Daisy}
Daisy 37
By: ECole789
01/01/2014
Inspired By: akki321's Piece The Black Poet, Traveller(The Black Poet Speaks)
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The Papers of Daisy
PoetryGo ahead, sweet little darlings, and let your cerebral frolic in the fields of Daisy-- ECole789
