To The Purple Palace

 

A river gleams.

It shines under the sun.

There's work to be done,

Though in a tired body still,

shaken, not yet won


With weathered feet

and  a stiffened neck.

Yeah, this warrior 

almost feels

defeat,

After the shipwreck


But there will be peace.

yes, there will be release

at the bottom of the hill.

beyond this rocky land’s

desolate chill,

there is a real thrill

to seek,


And it reaps

the beat

of a heart

at near-perfect

Peace


In a purple palace

with a moat so deep

surrounding like crystal

and a bridge that is

the key.


One day I’ll walk with glee

along the bridge

To the purple palace,

Free


2016


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