Sailing By Michealangelo Poem by jodde taylor

Terms, conditions
fly through the night
exalting freedom
riding a sublime torrent
so ruthless is a days time.

Fermenting,
a ghastly white wash
these waves,
swish a swirling velocity
life comes in many
crystallized variations.

Potions, emotions
turning, spinning
everything rides
a fertilized cloud,
so white, so treacherous.

Premonitions,
take all expectations
yearning for dawn
abundance, declines ambition
the here, the here after.

Colliding in fragments,
pauses fawn, a secret
intention, did we appease
stars gazing down.

Energies frequent,
but alternatively
capturing,
every age, has many
infrequent terminologies
but, yet a peaceful ocean rests.

Fragile flowers,
leave a hill side
leaning,
the wind flowing
internal congregations,
of blooming astonishment.

Such beauty,
resistance opened,
a tranquil horizon
how splendour paused
to see, a shinning pose.

Halls of transient eclipses,
rose above all divination
an appraisal far gone,
by encroaching beauty.

Multiples of fascination,
came with closed eyes,
then evaluated, surprising melodies
the conscience, never a resting moment,
did we spin on top of the world,
to only drown by such presence.

The clearing solitude,
Oh the faint clarity
for just a second,
we lived in just transitions,
and lived beyond reality
so brief, yet so spectacular
we walk these, eloquent songs.