Dreams of unknown melodies become my companions
When the moon sits upon her throne, my love
Far away, more gravitating
Are the quivering stars in the heavens
Up above

My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace
Blazing there, high above the tallest trees
In lines, my soul can name
Running ceaseless and as fair as fair
Can be

Within all the perfect strength I find from these two
There lies this land, where breezes blow
To chase away the fog
That softly creeps across my heart
With woe

The cares of life are swept away in unknown melodies
Into that place known as wilderness, of sound
My eyes are turned to touch
Upon their ancient realms of hope
Once again……….
My world is spinning round

© 2012 Neva Flores Smith

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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