Nadametine

Iridescence and subliminal flow has condensed within your fragrant bower, a scene of isolated beauty that portrays the essence of all splendour and redeeming power. You are repose and renewal to my longing soul which in hunger for such a sight could have stayed unrequited still! barren and with plighted role unto my desperate ill. Now seen suffused in the radiant glow of you, like mirrors are placed surrounding flowers inset in your resting place or in bunches, frieze like and still, are coloured floral showers. They experience no passing hour, in lilac clad repose, you gift this domain with abundant russet locks a’ spray in a cascade of feral purity shining vibrant gleams, diaphanous and serenity proclaimed. You exude ephemeral and delicate majesty in coalescence with this limpid mystic scene, pure spiritual visions profound combine with siren-like illusion seen. Desire calls as from traces etched on heavenly walls, reflected pinions fan-like show through emerald hued illumination in subtle sweeps below the surface of this inviolable creation. © Joe Maverick 21-02-2011 Footnote: I have written this piece for the Reflections contest by Constance La France. This is a fictional write and I ascribe none of the above attributes to the scene or character names, these same attributes belonging solely to Yahwah, the one God manifest as Father, Son and Holy Spirit.