Sacred Waters

The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook.... As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?! Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect place inside Sacred; sitting aside the world outside with this longing spirit of mine Always closing these eyes that they may envision, the purity of its prize ~ Desiring to hold such clarity within these fortuned palms; illuminations Essence as a cloudburst of beauty; aneath loves waterfalls.... Drenching rains pouring upon myself these reasons that we live If in fact we live, beyound superficials realms painting temporals canvas!? This spectrums array of glittering things yet like the wind or that a dream They'll all disappear amid a breath to be swept away when, one awakens.... Unto the tangible truth of these phantoms in hard to touch and fathom A masquerades jeweled metaphors; their jubilee within this box of lured dust?! Aqua; when I arise unto the gift set afore my eyes aside this world, outside Sanguines sought after heart; the treasures that I have longed for aneath Purities waterfalls of illuminatings beautiful cloudburst upon my spirit ~ To be soaked in loves drenching rains as a deer whom pants amid the forest.... *************************************************************** ....“Hidden, Along The Brooks of Sacred Waters” *