Autumns Bows
As a treasure sanguines heart; hidden within this field
Called life arriving upon but another day in hopes of finding
His perfect place ? Sacred sitting atop the world outside; mirrors
Seeking Spirit of mine always closing these eyes inside to envision
The purity in It's prize ? Longing to grasp then hold celestials clarity amid
Fortuned palms illuminations drenching rains as a cloud burst; Beauty..
Colourful love's essence aside Autumn's bows; pouring their reasons cups
We live if in fact we live beyound the painteds, superficial realms ?
These temporal displays glittering spectrums arrays waning mirages
Disappearing like the wind one day dreams, swept away phantoms
Intangible to touch their breath nor even fathom now the jubilee; boxes
Of dust jewels be a masquerade ? Metaphors, they have become....
Thus when I arise unto this gift set afore my eyes; tis sanguines sought
After heart's which I seek ? Tomorrows treasures amid a world left longing
Her purity aneath Love's beautiful cloud burst; Illuminations, drenching rains.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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