There are songs playing in my head of granted wishes
Songs of the Promised Land
Of the past being dropped behind like a ton of bricks, dissipating into matter before they hit the ground not mattering at all
Scars fading, but leaving their memories
Only to keep us humble reminding us of where we came from and where we're going, powerless to hold us back and yet, steadying us on course
We've become the descendants of happiness, of survival, of the present, the future
The tranquility is deafening and defining, destiny fulfilling the prophecy of us, of our great new beginning and continuance
I don't have to dream but watch those once dreamed dreams unfold and be fruitful and multiply into reality
How fanciful a thought to be able to live these manifestations into truth
As divine counterparts we're blessed to be on the same path, 'the same page' as you would say of progress
This is heavy
Old mistakes no longer afoot
No reruns to see here, to trip us up
Moving forward is part of our spiritual contract, awakening
We're a new love
With no exes in mind
Just the finer things remain laid out for us for the taking
Making love work is a skill we've grown to possess and wield
A field of expertise not easily obtained or always possible
But we're doing it live and in colorful glory
This is our story writing itself as we go along
The tempest is there but can't enter
For the strength of our love, closeness and humor abates it so
Sounds of the songs of the Promised Land saturate the earth around us with the protection of honesty and being each other's constant confidants
We walk the line
And the ring of fire burns
We're one from heart to soul.
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Scars of Armor
PoetryPoetry and songs for the lost and surviving. Scars aren't an idea they're a reality steeped in truth. They're a constant. And from them the epitome of strength and power emerges. *Third Place in Poetry in The Starship Awards 2019 *2nd Place in the...
