Aurora Shape And Voice Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Do
you
know?
The shore
is pure beauty?
Emanating from a
golden harp in every
utterance from heavenly
musical notes; dancing of the
tides! Every thing of love and in love
on; the beginning and, of the ends, is either
an alpha or the omega! And passion fascinates you
under, all of her most red of passions. In velvet coiffures
mercy! Bow all to her heat, and kiss her feet, and thank her
for your daily bread! When joy is no longer bought but given
freely as is every wave from every wind to every shore for
evermore; that door is closing quickly! The sun reddens
with magnificent beams, becoming crystal things
glancing; the shadows of all humans being
really! Splashing me into; each of their
eyes! This spell that is woven weaves
the web, the net, the cache; into
an everlasting love within all
forevermore and morals!
Too, three, four and more
portal doorways; are now
opened, with many more to
be surely fortunate for your future
maybe! Be on the look-in for all of
these things and mores… her shrine
that shines each and every morning
be there; for the arrival of her glory
her presence, her aurora, shape, and voice; Mother!