The Realm of Existence

In the realm of a Kingdom rests a weary essence still scattering dust of tenderness and integrity, still bathing in an ever-binding trust; that all beings write with golden pens, sing in perfect refrains, play in cheerful rains, sailing pink kites, laughing in hidden gardens, resting too with me in the arms of compassion, securely tucked all together under down covered feather beds, with pillows of cotton beneath their heads and Morpheus sending them sweetly to sleep.

Returning all to where they have always felt at home to fields of golden grasses where they may have grown, sailing pink kites, hiding seek, among the foothills of their peers and I'll never comprehend the rest even though I feel the painful reality of such torment in my chest and realize it is all from within one single subconscious blue pool of existence.

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/10/2010 12:05 pm est