Red, orange, streaming on to melon
A sweet sigh in the sky
Afternoon shadows lengthen
The Iron Gate clangs it seems to echo
Chords to my heart strengthen
Grit and strength of the bold metal
Beneath my hands
Limp and given to the earth apprised
Welcoming another birth to tell
Singing wings hover it is the hour
We find the souls nectar embraced
In the sphere of the eternal flower
A journey not of miles; a migration
An evolution spiritual, undivided
Romancing the will in the wind
Ivory petals beckon lighten
Sweet dew from this sinew
Gleaming droplets traced
One in all fervently Embraced
Beyond the world,
the artificial Stain Welcomes
The soul traveler liquid pools
Migrating ripples squire velvet
Nuances swirling beyond each
Plane a slow motion rain
Brief the vision a quest to
Return again linger a welcome
Guest yet, another test
Shedding each form again
To be born Sounds of feathers in the air
Return to soon, lifted with care
We journey in nectars complete
Once again the iron gate beneath
My hands clangs,as the wind chimes
Afternoon shadows still in tune
How I long to return fervent
To prepare to another journey
To this world immune
written by the hand
of
Lee Taylor
© 3/27/2002 |