"Destined Minds"

HEAVENS DOOR

molded the rugs that were
spun into angels wings
the dust of hidden past
that clouds the mind

as those wings carry
us to futures present
higher and higher
lifted up were I carried

away beyond the heavens
rainbows that let me not
be just blown in the wind
or mere breath of strange

lands I care for nought
for there I tarried far
too long where moldy angst
tried to cling to my form

and let the wings carry me
to the oceans shore and drink
from the drops of thy gift
the wealth of life before

...................I enter heavens door

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

FOOTNOTE: Inspired by a conversation with ellindata once again