Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

^V^iolet RainBow

What a vision of all the colors I would pick.
Silver and Gold most people see in the clouds so high.
Sometimes yellow in the sun.
Sometimes clouds aer white and bloated with black and rainy blues.

What I saw when I arose this day is simple.
Hard descriptions fail me.
Quit simply I saw ewe. Mye love. Mye Snow White turtle dove.
This DandyLion almost roared in lust.

I ignored the realities around me the concrete and the blood.
Somewhere in the vault of time a door was open in mye mind.
There I saw mye ewe mye wife.
Or just her essence there her parfume is waiting there.

Her odour so sublime like lemons and other fruits.
I saw a ^V^iolet rainbow no shades or other hues.
Somewhere just below the Throne Of GOD.
But still above the sun.

^V^iolet ewe love ewe so much.
This dandylion is undone.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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