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Color, Depth & Clarity Poetry again has come upon me. The Muse has come upon me, removed the clouds that mourned impending death, carried my vision through the fires that consumed my soul, like some starry spirit perfumed the floors of verdant Heaven's miraculous moors, gave me life and with her tears washed the chroma of my vision with color, depth and clarity. There upon me in blood, in the midst of angelic spheres, she bathed my sorrow. Poetry again has come upon the sea. Perfumed in the spray of the sun, she gave my breath to the clouds, loved me, bore my breath to the very womb of nature, soothed my vision with color, depth and clarity, through the boughs and with holy caress lifted me, washed my body in the mist that veiled the wood, the bread of serenity, and like some starry spirit loved me, bathed my vision in color, depth and clarity. Through the wind that swept the shores of the dewy doors of angelic spheres she gave me to the sea, soothed my vision with color, depth and clarity. Like a dolphin in the sea she loved me. Like some starry spirit she gave me life and with holy caress lifted me, bore my soul, freed my herbal crèche from the satanic storms with the light that consumed her wings. When she found me, her tears imbrued the sun and gave my vision color, depth and clarity. Poetry again, has come upon the dewy doors of serenity. I was without sight before she found me; but with holy caress she lifted me, bathed me and with her tears flooded the fields that embraced the midst of most sacred felicity. Poetry again has come upon the shores of angelic spheres. There upon the lee she gave my vision color, depth and clarity. John M. Marshall — 2004 [ PREVIOUS ] • [ NEXT ] |
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