The inner voices

10 September 2016

 

Hunger spins

Fabric of demise

Unbridled

The crowds rise

Like the specks of deserts sands

Blow into new lands

 

Castles built

Upon edge of Truth

The minds free

Seek no glee

Within artificial gems

Pillars of the dark

 

Images

Born of the foresight

Hidden light

Pervades me

Millenary waters breed

The birth of my creed

 

Complex rings

Gather to anthems

The light brings

In lanterns

We roam inside minds’ circles

When dark encircles

 

Waters heal

Touch of the darkness

Distortions

To harness

The pathways to Heart reveal

New Kingdom to come

 

Silence breathes

The inner voices

Soul to soul

Talk to feel

The touch of fear to repeal

My staff my Heart weighs

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Voice – Celtic Woman

Nella Fantasia – Celtic Woman

Walking in the Air – Celtic Woman