mark anthony st. rose
Felicity - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Raptured in an orange sky,
Lost in a felicitous day.
Above the birds that fly,
Sounds that beckon stay.
Air filled with the sweet perfumes,
And magical rainbow’s hue.
Below the blue flower blooms,
O how happy is that blue.
It dances to the soft tune,
Daintily carried by the winds.
It sleeps welcomes white-moon,
Dark the skies still beauty’s tinge.
The stars twinkle all too bright,
As if pointing to the heavens.
O how mysterious is our sight,
An inner call that beckons.
We feel, we dance its rhythms,
’tis a moment ever real.
O how deep the feeling fathoms,
O how deep we love to feel.
copyright@2009 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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