i.
roses in the dust,
winter-love greys, shadows
of a lost world.
ii.
i was much smaller than i thought
and the sky
a rounded dome,
a cathedral of light
with stone arches
river-green pillars
and the blue-green
emotions
of dream....
iii.
imagination
waited, an
opal star
blown against
the tide.
iv.
all i could see was the
blues and greens
paper blushed,
clouds and watermarks,
watery daylight
like a glistening pool
as if the sky
was a stained window
and there was
no fire,
only a scattering
of light
only softness
of the heart,
only the magics
of its mirror mists.
v.
like maple leaves
fallen in a
stream filled
with moonlight
in the rivery
nets of the soul.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
i.
roses in the dust,
winter-love greys, shadows
of a lost world.
ii.
i was much smaller than i thought
and the sky
a rounded dome,
a cathedral of light
with stone arches
river-green pillars
and the blue-green
emotions
of dream....
iii.
imagination
waited, an
opal star
blown against
the tide.
iv.
all i could see was the
blues and greens
paper blushed,
clouds and watermarks,
watery daylight
like a glistening pool
as if the sky
was a stained window
and there was
no fire,
only a scattering
of light
only softness
of the heart,
only the magics
of its mirror mists.
v.
like maple leaves
fallen in a
stream filled
with moonlight
in the rivery
nets of the soul.
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