Wrinkling the Sky
Undulating waves of color
cascade over ebony skies.
And greens and blues, waltz with the stars,
rippling across the black of space.
A hypnotic, haunting hum strums
within Aurora Borealis.
And sacred spiritual sounds
resound, in abject solitude.
A collage of visual notes
plays on the canvas of my soul.
And mesmerized by its beauty,
I pause for quiet reflection.
They are as intangible as
the ethereal breath of God.
And my soul shucks reality,
surfing the waves, wrinkling the sky.
(Blank Verse)
3/3/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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