Ascension
Hiking into the soul of clouds
catching sun seeds in the palm
petals grasp a ruby throated song
brookies gliding silver chambers
with every single precious beat.
Set sail, no more worries on a willow
Meadow fairies hoist the breeze...
Weave an ancient fire nest
God gently coaxing flame to gems.
Hushed conversations within the heart of heaven.
Sleepy in whirling puffs of sweetened pine
Tranquility tapping souls with a gentle lullaby.
Now it's high time to descend
To collide with obligation and the putty faces of iron men.
Plastic smiles replacing pine
dead eyed techno-bots pretend to be alive.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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