Spring Festival
Symbols cry in dry ice theater -
the expanse of aesthetic visa-
drawn-
from the romance of the silvery eye -
as it golden advances the lid of covenance
in dynamic enzyme.
Open faced type interpreted-
interpreter-embossed embol-
in a makeshift ara -plane,
where thou dost dust in canvased
lines.
Hope is floating on fragile blossomed dreams-
pourescient bowl abounded-
Interpreted transmitter in placebo
decals the belonging ark, discipled Essenes
astounded-
drinks upon the nectar of imagination,
imbued to-song of isoclectic-means
to be draught as the dew
of impending due.
Faith's purple pollination petals on the sleeves
of longing and drinks of blue in the black of age,
gentle test flap of butterfly wings-freshly minted
towards the gentle of breeze- to
agent at the spark of excavation,
exhuming through the fog,
expectations under precognition
of the age beyond
the shade of ghastly
flights of fancy on poets page.
Like a flower in the desert bloom,
censored from the loom of
hope's comp dare arises as the aftermath equasion of smoke incensed from the gloom,
uprooted from the deep soil of the vein of
endless doom.
How have you become
the place where you rise from?
An oasis in the barren plains,
chalice of ambrosial ascertain,
reckoning through the mist of time's cruel mirth,
you have taken home-beckonings in
echoes of forgotten worth,
resonate frequency of sepulchre
in souls laid bare, lingers a glassy stare
upon moments of the here and there
a starry starey tear.
Seeking solace in the cryptic air
of sudden gerth,
in the chance of life's puzzled rhyme,
after birth enzyme abjurororsed.
We find echoes of a forgotten lore,
of a crystal time within a time,
where a dance of shadows, light and dark,
Ignites the flames of cognition,
and opens the embark to way the means to shine celestuary collision
before passion's dark emissary is provoked
upon the bloom of ascent as merchant tiles,
decides sentence in crystal formation -stoked.
Sentience being of passion's spark,
inbred weave in the tapestry of sorrow's art,
threaded by
the lost souls that find solace
in the wishes of heart.
Shot in the dark?
In the garden of dreams,
Blossoms of hope unfurl, as the night softly sings.
A tapestry of stars weaved in the velvet sky,
Guiding lost souls, as the moon mixtures
mercury nigh.
Tears of the ocean, salty and deep,
echoes of sirenic sorrowd, in that that they be
mighty in that sleep.
But in the darkest hour, a flicker of light,
does lighthouse to the farthest reach.
A beacon of love, shining ever so bright on that cove,
of silver sands on salvant beach.
Where the wind whispers
secrets to the ancient trees-
a light-song photo-implored of roots bended
on perched parched knee.
Stories of triumph, whispered on the breeze, of
a Resurrected Savior.
In the dance of shadows, where time stands
still, but in the starkness of deepest flavor,
devoutest favor-
Hearts beat as one, in a ceremony
of divine will to be done.
Thy Kingdom Come.
In the garden of measured dreams of collective soul.
That unspeakable voice and hue of
mysteries drawn, from a beyond beyond.
Where moonlight dances on silver streams,
A symphony of stars unfurls, fluorescent cajole.
Guiding souls to the edge of the world.
Eternal shadows stretch and bend,
reaching for a love a hug that never ends.
In the realm where time stands still,
Whispers echo, hearts fulfill.
And as the night begins to fade,
a new dawn breaks, a path is laid,
Through the valleys of our fears,
We rise above, through joys and tears
its patronus of Phoenix appears.
So let the symbols cry and soar,
In the dry ice theater of yore,
For in the dance of light and shade,
We find the truth of love in all its
displayed conveyers convey.
Ascension.
Grafting in the shadows of doubt,
a symbols weep, in bridal vow-
O spectral theater of vespers deep
Bound by icy chains, their tears fall fast,
An ethereal ballet, a dance unsurpassed.
The silvery eye, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us through darkness, chasing away fright.
Golden rays of hope pierce through the grey,
A promise of a brighter, bolder day.
As we ascend to heights unknown,
our spirits soar, no longer alone.
In the expanse of the universe's embrace,
we find solace, love, and grace.
Where love and loss entwine as one,
In the dance of shadows, just begun.
Verizon of dawning drinks
the dusk's perfumed container in reconciliation.
Spawns spores, seeds-salutations.
In a festival of feasts, in the whispers of the night,
of a wedding sonata eve.
Where moonlight dances on the edge of sight.
Silent orchestras play
in the heart's deep well, to do in its way-
to grieve forgiveness
through tenderness of the day for the night,
a part to play.
Echoes, the secrets that only time can tell;
the secret of Truth's meaning,
well,
played-well.
In the garden of dreams, where memories bloom,
where we may now dwell as that discipled Essene.
Golgotha lost in the echo of a forgotten plea, of redemption.
A melody of joyous tears weaves through
eternity and space's condensation,
felt milky blanket of security way.
The tapestry of time unfurls its silver threads-
weaving dreams and desires
in hues of red and blue and yellows in between.
In the stillness of the night, stars softly sigh,
of that galaxy to shine,
aching, pulsing for a world where hopes never die.
In the silence of my soul, a whisper takes flight,
carries we beyond the limits of night.
In the hush of a newly Christened dawn.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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