Blessings Compare Poem by Thomas Foreman

An opening of heart,
left somewhat ajar
Amatory blessings,
upon a sounding afar

Satin whispers,
carry in violet dream
Lacings of gold,
layer in continual stream
A challenge in mystery,
carries upon flight
Secret illusions,
lend in candle-light

An emissary
treads the paths of
our darkening rainbow;
I started after her,
and my body was obliged
to follow.

She is my muse
envisioned in filling desire
Sunlit lovers,
in immortal
transpire.

Points of light
glisten within her hair and
all through her gown of
flowing silk.

Slowly

she lifts her head
Allowing silver streaks to

rise unto the void

as candles afloat;
They drift on; thoughtfully led
Affixing themselves to
night-sky parables

I shall see the moons secret face
and lose myself among the

loneliness of stars