Golden Harmonies of Existence
Golden Harmonies of Existence
Grace falling in essence of pure gold from the sky
Place the lightning bright vision from the centre of my third eye
Embrace the old derision as the armies can only try
The lace of division lights up the angels in the sky
Benevolent notions of noble discourse
Contaminant potions of magical recourse
Elaborate motions from an eccentric man filled with remorse
The revelational devotions at the mention of a fourth horse
Beautiful insight as man falls to his knees
A nightbirds song on the evening breeze
A childlike inclination to please
A conversationalist that talks about only what she sees
Trees bending in the wind at night
Threes ending in a superstitious delight
Please sending a delicious moment of respite
Tease lending a moment of clear and accurate insight
Collarbones of contrite clones calling out for individuality
Awkward tones of garden gnomes bereft of all formalities
A socialite moans, a traveller roams and risks further calamity
The sacred stones on temporary loans of spiritual solidarity
A heart like once in a lifetime type love
To start the clouds reaching out through a white glove
A dove flying over the graves from above
The part where it’s gets to as push comes to shove
A glistening raindrop on the edge of a leaf
The listening pain stops as he finds some relief
The quickening famed loss of a man consumed by grief
The mercurial gloss of a clandestine thief
Wondering why he asked permission to fly
Pondering eyes that peruse the night sky
Meandering sighs as he contemplates telling a lie
Temperature highs as the oceans certainly do rise
Consultations of curious beauty and. Intrigue
Instigations pf spurious notions for free
A man undertaking his Sunday devotions with glee
A reason for the blind to eventually see
Culminations of years of intricate research
Intimations of fears not to ever besmirch
Visitations of tears as you never leave your friend in the lurch
Inclinations draw near at the top of an old church
Inspiration forming at the sound of your voice
Imitations and warnings as you make a wise choice
Limitations of callings that require one’s mood to hoist
Reading the Odyssey by Master James Joyce
Pulling up with the oddity of a seventies Rolls Royce
Fragrant perfume of a French entertainer
Vagrants consume as he tries to constantly tame her
Frank Sinatra starts to croon as literally no one could blame her
Salient moons rise above this disclaimer
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Copyright © Elizabeth Moroz | Year Posted 2023
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