by Alison McKenzie

My pulse decelerates.
My breath is drawn and expelled
In longer, more rhythmic measures.
I can feel the world slow to a steady pulse
As I slip into my new gown,
Cobalt blue’s tranquility
Gliding smoothly toward destiny’s shore
Where a rose waits.

Do I dream it or live it?
Beauty of irrelevance
In finding my essence there;
Walls of peace and joy
In quiet patience resting
Before the assembly;
Fate’s manifestation of
Our blended intentions -
Love and
All that is -
Finding my niche,
Finding my pace,
Floating into eternity’s current
On the trade winds of peace
Whispering sweetly of my heart’s desire.


Author's Note: For the Warden

Posted on 11/27/2006
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Katerina T Nix on 11/30/06 at 01:07 AM

Great read, Alison. I really enjoyed this, thank you for sharing this piece. :) -Kat

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/01/06 at 01:29 AM

ooh this is a sweet little delicious delicacy. this reads like a dream come true with nice touches of reality wiggled in. very float on clouds'ish. i like how it feels like i'm in a hospital bed thinking hard about heaven when i read it. very intense. smart & well-directed.

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