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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There on the forest floor, Twixt Elm and Sycamore, Lay he. His eye stay close— Yet still the swirls of colours rose. Many a fading hue and bleeding tint, He drown down within, Looking up from within a dream; He was all part of a stream. Of vivid colours: That were all and everything. Every color of the rainbow: Blues, reds, greens, and yellows And every shade in between. It was like nothing he had ever seen, But for the life of him, He could not remember where he had been, But could still hear a distant hymn That seem’d originate somewhere Deep, recessed within. Voices angelic, in chorus sung, The verses play upon the tip of his tongue, But no words would come. His mouth agape, The colours of the curious 'scape Would seem reverberate. Instead of words attuned to ear These seem’d only reflect upon the eye, And the pangs of the beauty brought Ever the more a sigh and tear. The colours abate any rise of fear, But soothed instead his heart— Brought his worries a quiet To rest within and summarily Depart. And so he lay— And no beast or trouble made claim His flesh. Nor did nature seek reclaim, But sprawling clouds and thunders came To break the sleep; break his slumber, Dispel what ever magic spell he be under. The rain struck his face And mixed with the tears that race Down either side, Tho’ not of woe did he cry, But of the grace; The colours and angelic strains That wrought him lie there, Ever in rest and an eternal peace To wont ere be unbroken. The rain falls and strikes Like a liberating armada, A tyrannical king. His response from a place deep within… “No. I don’t ever want to wake again. Leave me here to lay, I have found a heaven; Where to forever play, To lay, To love in array All that stirs above and below. Look and see me as all that flows; All that is And all that man will know, But chooses unwisely In his youth— For the reign of a narrow truth That brings him aught, But tireless pursuits And suffering, Before his totems, And selfish deems— Refusing to accept All is not as it seems, And so, mires in the shallows For his fear of the deep.”
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