The Majesty
A picture paints
a thousand words
they say
what do they know?
Your picture
reveals the majesty
of coming dusk
of
the stars from
shrouded mystery
pulls a burning sun
from stormy clouds
faster than Apollo’s
fiery chariot.
Your picture
is an oasis
of serenity
to my stormy
mind
to my restless
heart
to my unquiet
soul.
Only your
sapphire eyes
(those chambers
of ethereal
love and joy)
could wrest the
heavens from
their sanctuary
return creation
to oblivion.
Your picture
does not paint
a thousand words
no
it unfurls
realms galaxies
vast universes
indomitable power
before my heart and
kills dead the
armies of my despair.
(click on my picture to buy my poetry book!)
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