Crescendo
The roar of the raging seas
The tinkling of sonorous bells
The sweet manipulation of thousand voilins
The running waves of gushing liquids
The buzzing of happy bees,
The thunderous sound from the bare clouds
The voices of the infinite celestials
Bite us O wisdom!
Infest our minds with rich testimonies of words
Conflagrate our imaginative powers
Mystify the sacredness of our poetical voices
Grind our rough lines smooth and perfect
Elevate our positions in the lyrical universe
Control our feeble fingers as we ink through the wilderness of distorted valleys
Let our inner eyes behold quality pictures in the gallery of obscure realms
We magnetize and Immortalize
Our true symbol of poetism.
Amen!
Copyright © Michael Bassey Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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