Far Lands

Golden moon rises above the horizon
Drawing a memory pale
Of far lands over the sea
Meadows and havens
Forgotten shores far over the misty rim

See the land of ever spring
And mountain high
Join me upon the dream
Beyond blue veil of sky

Hold the scene
Unfaded, unseen
Touch the miracle of purity
Once sung by the highest ones
Before the darkness cursed the melody
Within one desperate chord

See the land of meadows of green
And silver stars
Run with me over the valleys serene
Through the soft silky grass

Starlight will turn tears into petals pure white
Dawn will caress old scars away
Healing kind heart, forever leading to a new day

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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