Beauty In Yellow
Purities sweetest honey melts, as tear drops
Of sunshine.
Fallen thus upon the meadow of thought
And imagination.
It yields the tenderest of wild flowers,
Delicate bouquets gathered yet grown within
The minds of humanity.
Golden wheat fields, shining beneath a yellow sun,
What a marvelous harvest, to share with thy,
Brother's kindred, that of your own idealism and
Expressionism.
Sweet harmony’s music angel's do play,
Upon golden yellow harps, a mist heaven's
Blue divides above.
Inspirational muses are these divine angelic
Creatures, gliding upon white powder clouds
Of softness.
The poets heart hears their melodic
Melody, and responds with words deep
Felt expression, placing the quail pen,
To paper.
But ages yellow turns the plant fibers,
To mush, and blacks ink fades with time.
Yet the memory is past down, and others
Word of mouth, shall remember beauty's
Once written words.
In the honey hive of the human world,
Many bees do buzz, seeking the nectar
Of the most beautiful rose that grows in
The garden of inspiration.
But the lone bee touches his uplifted wings
To enlightenment’s thought, so thus he
Himself may create a masterpiece, that
Will be remembered forever.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-03-2014
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