Life is trailblazing the sail across the horizon.
N'er knowing the day nor what it will be comprisin'.
The pendulum of motion, soul's compass providing the way.
A theater of kaleidoscope projections, their masterpiece array.
The calmness in the hush of a stream's lullabye from jaggedness it raise.
Heaven's murial, the Meadowlark's song trumpeting its praise.
The mirage of distant silhouettes, a forever echoing of the skies.
Hypnotized by the breath of the stars, their power to mesmerize.
Categories:
murial, beauty, imagery, places, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme