“Crystal path was full of crimson pearls
And that I was once a witless wanderer
Clustered by the rusty spears as shelter
For my heart was placed upon the hills
So I focused on my dream to see it real
Then the blue bells lured my lone way
With colors of gleam risen from azure
So I tried to climb the hills in fortitude
But the path bore the greasy pebbles
So I slipped through the nights in vain
And the days seized the sun in wilds
And I kept my hope close to my heart
Soon an angel flew so nigh, at night
And rubbed her fingers upon my hairs
And said, “Path is full of crimson pearls”
“All you want is what you see, feel it”
And then I shuffled towards the hills
While the sun trailed from the woods
And the brook rushed from virgin rocks
For the path was full of crimson pearls
And each of them had a hearty tale.”
a poem from NJ, who describes himself thus:
“I believe in simplicity and see that every person has a tag on their neck saying ’I am special’. All of us are… Keep smiling… Love & Peace, N J
His poems can be read on http://www.facebook.com/njwrites & http://www.njzlife.blogspot.com/
