Heaven's Muse Poem by John Evans

Heaven’s muse induced upon my impressionistic soul led me through the woods flavored by the grace of birch trees and aspen, where a golden day-light’s embrace, hidden within an early morning place, inaugurated within the garden of my echoing soul, as the crisp coolness of a light nor-easterly breeze enlivens my waking spirit.

Dawn rises by a thinly veiled splendor of illuminating sunshine, over-lapping with narrow than wide reflections from Wisdom’s prismatic variegation of freshly laid morning dew; nurturing, upon a towering moorland of a cloud-capped savanna and verdant grasses that thoughtfully reach to tenderly kiss the heavens.

Softly nestled amidst the divinely ordained curvature of her modest reservoir of un-faded glory, reminiscent to season’s past for the gentle falling of submissive rains;

whereas, she (soul) remains partially consumed by the post-dawn nebula of resplendent haze while voices echoing throughout can hear the rumbling and masterful domain for the silent whispering of souls, and, of thunder.

I find her, Wisdom, once again, lovingly caressed by softly lit harmonious fields of fragrant blooms, delicately engendered to the docility of such sweet feminine submission, (soul) , for the fair beauty of the ineffable Vermillion Rose, though, alas, Love’s delightfully spirited soul captivated with adorning eyes of wonder, bearing a divine witness to the eloquence of such tranquil waters, quiescently silent while reflecting purity’s mirrored image within shallow shoals of her glassy surface.

This little star-gazed boy within his sixth spring discovers his tender heart aflame for an enthralling celebration upon observing the perpetual dance of dragon-flies and tadpoles as they thirst upon icy transparent sheets of Love’s misty tears.

This little dear One has discovered himself embraced by the essence of such fair and remarkable beauty –

sharing, momentarily, with the Host of Creation, pausing, in a tenacious reluctance for the unimaginable reality of letting go, before finally releasing the aura of my truly grateful spirit, once more and again – back, into Wisdom’s Own.