When you are within my arms,
The world falls from concern;
I desire for you to be there always.
1889
on Tops of Parisian Towers
'there is no place like home'
come with Emblems
carried high above heads
Song of Solomon
lilium inter spinas
Mary me Madonna
in your red Veiling
autumn crocus
kold Kill with beauty
Oleander close behind
coats with many arms
saintless The scent
Of your Lilly Flower
Standing on this mountaintop, vision soaring, n'er to drop,
Riding winds that stir the coo of cherubs,
Underneath the dessication laden from winter's wrath,
On earthen beds between land and sky,
Transparent shells for eyes allied,
Through the mystery of this myriad,
Life, expanding,
Flowers bloom,
The silent footsteps leaving imprints indelible,
To rouse what's been left in the wake of the fray,
Another day,
Resonating rants and rages,
Still...between these glistening pages,
Touch this madness, welcome the raindrops,
That quench the thirst denied,
The traded taste of bittersweet,
For a fallacious and fanciful photo of realism,
Hold life in unfettered arms of love in such exquisite grace,
So that misguided souls fear not
The acquiescence of humility's embrace.
5:19 PM 4/18/2013 ©