Solace Be a Story Told

Solace Be a Story Told

Gather the Good Things by Patty Maher


Trapped within my flesh and bones,
my soul imprisoned longs to roam
to far off places, distant shores,
floors of green and hidden doors.
Paths that lead to secret realms,
twinkling lights and homes of elves.
Skies so blue they drink the sea,
air so calm it carries me.
My soul escapes in written words,
upon the notes of songs I’ve heard.
Within the colours of a brush,
and the memories of a distant love.
Fairy tales are where I hide,
where life’s cruel limits are defied.
No matter what the future holds, may solace be a story told.

~ © 2015 Amelia Dashwood


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