Apples Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Now the sky is orange and fields purple
Who am I except your bright meadow?
Wonder is a painter who prays
Time a heart with cathedrals
Shall I stay a humble visitor
Or is the moon no longer mystical?
I shall walk the hills of youth
I shall feel the innocence

Shades of the Milky Way
Forests with blue witches
Daffodils sway like kitchen roses
Fare thee well supreme youth
Voices of poets come with morning
Bells and chimes ring like light in spring
Tonight I slay the crying dragon
Color the stars with lilac romance

She tastes like apples in the golden river