The Golden Feet Of Haven

Float away in beauty
To silence filled caves,
Water beyond eye
Lapping at the golden feet of Haven
Paradise alive, unknown
Transparent in feather, fish, foal
Lives living, being beyond, all ever
To be found
And awed

A magical forest of mist and birds,
Flying to the eve
Soaring in their freedom
The canopy holds true,
A bud thirsty for light –
Unfolding
The rich mountains –
The Gods of paradise Solitaire
A temple of Soul

Rays of light sparkle on ripples of pure
Lapping at the golden feet of haven
White powder beneath, made of shells
Soft as dreamers,
Eons of life,
Lost in the space of sand

Suspended in a warp,
Never to transform
The tranquility of raw beauty
Angels take their first breath
Born in timlessness



The Sun lays it’s weary head upon the shores
o’ golden feet of Haven,
To rest and replenish it’s warmth
The moon does delight wandering through
The Guardians of Old,
Tall and unmoved, silent and watchful,
Indulgent Grandfathers

Beyond imagine, mind is concieved here
Find one truth on wings o’ brittle
As a Dragonfly,
Dipping, touching the sacred waters
Of Belief’s House

Your body calls to,
Your spirit yearns be,
Your soul will feel
The once dreamed inner core of life to become,
Here be love,
The womb of God,
In the House of Solitude
At the Golden Feet of Haven.