Epiphany

[antman]

Sailing away the wayfarer I
bury the sun in my pocket,
chill the desert dune into night.

Like a dreamy bird I venture
lofty breeze, to pretty silence.

Meticulous black forms blind space
hollow shadows, innocent stir
as faint, penumbra tides embrace.

Doubts turn to hope and fears to joy
‘tis a holy path toward heaven.

Late this hour understanding
beyond the darkness a voice calls;
Come unto me my beloved

fear not life's sojourn and illume,
for I shall be with you always.



antman 1:05:08

[Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47]

Nice feeling tone here, Anthony. Especially enjoyed the final two stanzas.
'Tis indeed a holy path.....

[antman]

Thanks Jon, I appreciate your read
and all the inspiration you give us all.

peace be with you,
anthony

[ramadevi]

What a serene and lovely read! Thanks for granting us a glimpse of your journey along the supreme and Sacred path.

Loved the phrase I bury the sun in my pocket. Very original.

The tone of this poem is spiritual and deep. No nits at all, just blissful enjoyment.

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Hi, Anthony. I love it all...till the last line, which falls a little flatly cliche to me when shone up against some really good lines earlier in the poem. Is there another way of saying just what you've said, but in a fresher state?

[antman]

Thanks rama and David,
I agree with you David let me think on that
and see if there's another way to reveal
the epiphany.

peace and love,
anthony

[Jo Lynn Ehnes]

Your spirit shines bright and uplifts, my friend. I know you will find the perfect words.

Hope you are well, miss you tons.

JL

[Ron Wallace (Scotshawk)]

Nice work, Anthony, like the tones, like the feel of the poem, love "I bury the sun in my pocket" Looking forward to your edits. Ron