Friday, 29 June 2007

The Faraway Place by Kirsten Anderson

In the soul there lies a faraway place
where unknown roads wind and weave
into the horizon above distant fields;
where dreams dismissed fall into lands
marked by monoliths of strange metal,
alive with animals gliding through jungles;
where a small child sits in a temple
piping melodies that burn the night sky.

Kirsten Anderson, California, USA

1 comment:

WH said...

This is one of the best poems I've read on any blog in the past month. I have read it several times, and each time, the opening three lines pull me effortlessly to the last line, which trabscends any comment.