Adieu 2017, Welcome 2018

Should 2017 be ours to trade for a day
The words on the tip of my tongue
Are the passwords to the portal
Where resides the Immortal
Only He who can lead me
To the edge of a stream
Where the deer drinks
Never thirst again
Filling me to
The brim
Like
A
Waking
Dream, joy
Evermore, adore
Lead me by pillar of
Light, and shelter me by
A cloud, kinship with strangers
I'm home where sent on a mission
World is a stage with roles to play
Sans gamification, realities make us stay

by Doris Cornago

Comments (1)

Doris, such an interesting new year poem👍👍👍