Just a little non-rhyming yet heavily lyrical poem. |
Again the Blazed wonder wanders continually ‘cross the Jeweled Gem, and again the wanderers wander in wonders untold to ears unhearing. The Psalmic soul in seeing eyes sees the eyes of foresaid souls and rests, acquiesced at last to foretold beauties bountiful in hidden hearths. The eyes, oh the eyes!! The holder of the eyes holds the secrets within, yet from their translucent wells leak their holdings. And from clear waters fires burn again anew- in subconscious psalm subtly shining- Shining past the fleshy flesh wall. Then the sentinels creak and crack again, for brightest smiles shine yet again A joy too deep to hide within escapes the outside, And a fire! A Scream! A Cacophony of air stirs around the mark! The very passion invokes foregone passions hidden subconsciously amongst the conscious droll. For today the hour itself seems an exaltation- a cry from the soul in retaliation to other souls… Today the fiery jewel, the cool wells, and the very rocks demand the hour, and the humble soul, in humble obediency, obliges the cries and prods of its very home. |