Soft

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil.

“So soft, so warm, such memoires lie deep,
Yet life holds nowt but fear of less.
A soul looks far and yet so very true,
Upon a land which he has blessed.”

It was in the clouds,
It was there that I saw Jesus.
On oceans failing,
Aloft the golden majesty.
How, upon his shroud,
In the air with hope he trusts us,
Guided by Angels,
And hidden from such tragedy.

“But what upon the dreams that lie within
Control the nights deceiving I?
When once upon a time I dreamt so soft –
But now each time I question why?”

On the rolling hills,
Such a world that knows no mourning.
A land of creatures,
And it’s I who rules their kingdom
Reinvent the wheel,
How I lord with dragons roaring
Embracing nature
And disregard their hope of freedom

“Beneath the mire of the days gone by,
Alone, one wanders in the dusk,
Betrayed by dreams that never left my side,
Dismissed by love that killed all lust.”

Volcanic mountains,
Floating nights, dreams of dreams gone by
Oh fighting demons,
As they scowl at this your glory.
Oh so astounding,
To take flight on worlds so high,
But am I dreaming?
Is this world but one more story?

“Oh my fair and lucid nights of turning,
I ask of you to take me home.
And when we awake upon the morning –
Bring forth the dreams on which we roamed.”

And I’d save the world,
For each day the world sought saving.
And for once a year,
How the darkness so abaited,
As the gold and pearls,
In black, lay alone and waiting,
And a joyous tear,
Brought a smile – for all else faded.

“And in the end, I am but days gone by.
But how I long to dream again.
To see the world through an innocent eye,
Forget it all and just pretend.”

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 20th August 2010