Clandestine Clairvoyance
When tangerine tinted tunes
within
sunset serenades~
unravel saffron symphonies,
engrossed in
hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~
I swirl to radiant rays of
sakura stardust,
where mystical monologues
of silent angels~
caress my sleepless canvas
in riveting rhythm,
for I see caramelized
cotton-candy within
charismatic creations of God,
as I gaze beyond
the paradisiacal horizon,
where divine deities draw
daphne dreamcatchers,
with peacock feathers in
hues of twinkling teal.
It is in sandalwood stillness,
I attain zestful zeal,
etched in
clandestine clairvoyance,
while truth twirls through
turquoise tranquility,
designed by the
wisteria warmth
of an altruistic architect…
as drowsy dragonflies
flutter,
mesmerized by
the gospel revelations,
scattered across soft sands
of scintillating souvenirs.
Now I search for an
immortal metaphor~
to depict
celestial chandeliers,
hanging in ivory
beads of purified pearls,
drizzling glistening
threads of grace,
upon fluorescent fields
that flourish
in pigments of poetic scriptures.
I ponder,
will fragmented fears,
steal the halcyon halo
of lotus moon
within my heart,
allowing darkness
to consume
this enlightened silhouette?
Perhaps, It is when
heavy skies rain~
flickering stones of faith,
cracked jewels
across the cerulean
would find their way upon
luminous lakes
ferrying timeless tulips,
beyond breathless ripples,
pushing streaming
beams of sapphires,
into an inescapable
abyss of emptiness..
What if I chose to
weave blissful ballads
with butterfly ink,
would egoistic eyes,
roaming across porcelain
pages of peace,
feel the ethereal breeze,
echoing serenity
in sanguine sanctity?
will I then, be
the voice that unfolds
the spiritual features
of seraphic spheres,
for I am drenched in sublime
seas of transcendent testaments~
seeking salvation
through crooning compassion,
where lilies of
eternal love and
thornless roses bloom,
facing fragrant
sparks of hyacinth humility
veiled in vermilion virtues,
as I’ve heard
soothing
seashell songs,
echoing from elysian castle~
amidst
sinister storms.
I’ve seen
a winged odyssey
sailing across skies
of sunflowers,
reflecting reassuring rainbows
in russet redolence,
beneath
crimson clouds of chaos.
I’ve felt the
glimmers of twilight halo,
flaring in invisible iridescence,
cloaking shallow shadows of
faded frangipanis.
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