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Ethereal Dreams and Sapphire Skies

Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Clouds, parched with passion, dissolve in sapphire skies,
My life's tumultuous sea subsides in thine enchanting eyes.

Art thou a celestial zephyr or lotus of divine hue?
Thou illuminest the guiding stars of my heart anew.
Is this a chromatic vision or karma's sweet design?
Thou hast filled my soul with love's ambrosial wine.

Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Are thou a Phoebus-like deity or gilded sculpture divine?
If thy alabaster fingers bloomed as roseate vines,
If thy honeyed voice resounded from a golden, shimmering shrine,
If I awoke as a melodic whisper, sublime and swell,

Silver orbs of night dissolve in radiant beams,
Ethereal symphonies surrender to thy gentle dreams.
Clouds, parched with passion, dissolve in sapphire skies,
My life's tumultuous sea subsides in thine enchanting eyes.

10th grade11th grade8thfree verse

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/23/2024 4:16:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Jagat Shine Isac John
Date: 11/23/2024 5:36:00 PM

Dear Agustin, Thank you for your warm welcome, and for sharing the eternal message of love and hope from John 3:16. May its beauty and solace touch hearts and souls. As for me, a wanderer in the realm of words, I weave verses to weave bread, a humble attempt to sustain a life, worn by the whispers of time. Forty-six winters have etched their lines, and experience, like a double-edged sword, both opens doors and seals them shut. Interviews, like autumn leaves, wither away, leaving only the faint rustle of forgotten dreams. Yet, still I write, for in the silence, words become the solace, the comfort, and the bread that sustains. May these humble attempts find favor, and may the love of the Lord, expressed so eloquently in John 3:16, be the guiding light, illuminating the path, and warming the heart. Thank you again, dear Agustin, for your kindness, and for being a beacon of hope, in the vast expanse of the poetic universe.