Madeleine
Madeleine
When autumn turns its head to embrace the winter, it seems the colours and vibrations of Devon change, to provide a beauty even in the bleakest cold days. Gone are the sweet aromas of summer, to be replaced by the gales, rain and snow, of the winter season. Rugged Dartmoor, prepares itself for the cold, looking like all is asleep beneath its overcoat of charm.
Looking out to sea, you may think that; yes, it’s good to live in such a lovely place, but would it not also be nice to share the sun of some far off tropical island. Indeed, there are places where people may take vacations, or even live or work there, but then, even in such paradise, people may think of their homeland, and miss its calling.
For those far away from friends and family, paradise could well be the shores of Devon, or the place which touches the heart, calling us home once more.
Madeleine
Far, far away from this Devon shore
A young heart beats,A thousand miles or more
A passage by sea, to a land of sun
Beneath the palms, she may run
Meica a friend, or maybe not so
In a place, where many do not go
The gentle blue, of the Caribbean sea
Laps between the toes, in light you see
To live a life, in this island home
A place that once, pirates did roam
Imaginary sails in Kingston Bay
May bring this heart, home this way
Far, far away from this Devon shore
May the light guide those, to a foreign door
Paradise lost, paradise found
Madeleine’s dream, is homeward bound.
Looking out to sea, you may think that; yes, it’s good to live in such a lovely place, but would it not also be nice to share the sun of some far off tropical island. Indeed, there are places where people may take vacations, or even live or work there, but then, even in such paradise, people may think of their homeland, and miss its calling.
For those far away from friends and family, paradise could well be the shores of Devon, or the place which touches the heart, calling us home once more.
Madeleine
Far, far away from this Devon shore
A young heart beats,A thousand miles or more
A passage by sea, to a land of sun
Beneath the palms, she may run
Meica a friend, or maybe not so
In a place, where many do not go
The gentle blue, of the Caribbean sea
Laps between the toes, in light you see
To live a life, in this island home
A place that once, pirates did roam
Imaginary sails in Kingston Bay
May bring this heart, home this way
Far, far away from this Devon shore
May the light guide those, to a foreign door
Paradise lost, paradise found
Madeleine’s dream, is homeward bound.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com
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Re: Madeleine
Lovely.
Re: Madeleine
From media reports, the family of the lost little girl with name, may possibly learn more about her. Let us hope so.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com
Re: Madeleine
This poem, was based on information received during a communication, hostd by our group psychic, Steve.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com
Re: Madeleine
During this communation session, Steve also mentioned that a girl re-named, Myeka, spelling unsure, was being held hiding. This was in a "no go" area where no outsiders ventured. There was a woman involved who had lost a little girl to spirit. All this, of course, means little to those not involved.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com
Re: Madeleine
Just in case there was a connection with the missing little girl, grouppsychic, Steve, posted his information on the missing girl’s facebook page. This was removed in a few minutes. It should be noted, that Steve was warned by the spirit world, that her situation was, “dangerous”. The group decided not to pursue the matter further. Steve, however, would be happy to do more work on the subject, if requested to do so.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com
Re: Madeleine
Once again the media are covering the mystery of this missing girl. New information has now been revealed which may help to solve the case. Hopefully, a conclusion can be reached.
Ray Steed - http://www.mysticdevon.com