The procession
Written
By
Helen Constantine
On the wings of dreams, I take off in flight
To distant realms, night after night
Treading vague and forbidden places
Where dwell, many without form or faces
Then thankfully, in time, I’m lead
Through the haze of space and age
To the safety of my bed
By the angels Osho and Reno
© Copyright reserved by Helen Constantine 2009
All my poems can be found in my book of poems "Sail With Me"
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