So colors shine like dawn’s warm caress,
spectrum sewn within every petal, every living crest,
aligned with time in heartbeats melodious rhyme,
evocative words whispered sweet, sublime,
to emote the purpose of being.
And winds dance upon clouds up high,
stretching, embellishing their burgeoning sign,
like angel wings on deepest blue,
shifting, yearning in sunlit hues,
to manifest heaven’s enticement.
On back upon green rolling knolls,
sailing clouds on blue assault in shadows,
as light brushes my countenance forlorn,
wind the prickle on pale skin so torn,
from light-less nights and sorrow.
Yet as colors swirl about in ecliptic frenzy,
winds whistling through trees and fancy,
alive my heart becomes romantic,
amid this revelry of nature’s play,
its seems for me this day.
And lower I sink into the green,
as yellow buttercups strewn about, nurture me,
and sigh my heart in lower tones,
as breath falls to barely needed,
hardly lost intentions thrown, to calm and serene repose.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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