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.