Autism: C'hele's Story

September 14, 2007

Afterlife

Filed under: Poetry — C'hele @ 10:05

Rolling fields, painted gold

Is kissed by the setting sun.

Flowing into earth the colour of olive green,

The hills continue to sway.

An old dirt road bridges them all and is

Defined by thousands of years and feet-

And snaking upon the auburn earth

There lining the ancient crossroads

The Cypress trees you’ll meet.

Behold, the lingering scent of citrus is evidence

Of my presence,

And there our souls will convene-

Beneath the cobalt blue canopy

And over warm scented clay,

There, our love will finally consummate.

For here in this sacred world,

Beauty and true worship survives-

Beholding the pure bliss of the Universe

As our two essence’s collide.

C’hele

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