Quite Whitely
the presence of all light makes white
how joyous that concept can be
to see the virgin cloak of unity born
from a rainbow over a siren sea
the iris of eye opens wide ringed by white
the morning sun burns the black of night
the white of the day has begun
chalk the cliffs of Albion’s shore
above a stormy sea behold
the presence of all light makes white
within the iris of soul
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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