Ambiguous Plight of Fancy

Peek and Rise Sun interpreted…..ambiguous
A Soul lost, buried deep beneath the depths of six
Called upon by a whisper, a rose scented breeze
Numb senses awakened … rapidly put to sleep

Beyond the seven seas and high mountain peeks
Across lily pad to lily pad stretched far as infinity
A soul stead fast and driven, taking chance by chance
Through doubt laced with tremors and enthralled determination
The blessing was given with much hesitation

Inhaled…Exhaled
A sweet moment of peace
The eye closing scent of Falls Morning rains
As comparable to the promise that follows the Great Joys of Labor Pain

High tides that travel to rest on the beach of soft sand
Just to rise up once more and recycle again

Under a Shade tree along side of each path
Alike the four seasons
In time each we all shall pass.

By Nyela