Metamorphosis 1
Only the truth matters, only love-
neither notions of normalcy,
nor the cogent paradigm,
only heaven above
is cogent, only
her bow unbowed
she is my painter,
my muse lost
and found
Love,
iridescent with the breath
of sunlit skies she shines eternal,
mine memory and mine sorrow
she cries the song of lost tomorrows-
I am wandering.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2014
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