Riding High On the Tails of Glory

Whispering an ancient prayer for purity
the meaning lost in translation
language few understand
the making of a good man

Accompanying on the metaphorical piano
whisking away tears of denial
brushing-up on mysteries of the unknown
cogitating over best-known parables

A guiding-light to sailors on the high seas
directional signals getting crossed
dimming hopes & dreams, homeward-bound
gone astray from yesterday’s headings

Fly-by-night dreamers in the scheme of things
larger than life, on a tight budget
You can’t purchase your way into Heaven
but you can try to reach higher limits

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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