She Rides Upon Felt Fabric Skies - Poem by David Lacey
Skylines melt whilst merging beyond the scope of eternal horizons.
She rides upon felt fabric skies, holding true the spell she casts forth with her eyes,
Outside Our Lady Moon is moving towards the fulfillment of her potential,
Energies potent soar as the big sun comes a roaring upon a chariot of golden wings.
Hear the sirens sing beside the pipers piping songs of merry cheer.
Make love, sweet love throughout the year. Shed a tear for the fears of the world,
Remembering not to simply sigh at the storm clouds gathering above the west
Remembering not to simply rest as the forest magnificent,
As our mother universal is Mauled by the savage dogs of industry’s bellowing.
They’ve smoked way the sky of blue and taken from us the gift of our blessing, they have Dressed the sky in funerary robes in preparing the beauty of our mother for her tomb, What reason is there for treason against the immortal womb of our kind, what reason can There be to turn upon that which gave unto us the gifts of our minds, for we are to know When we are blind just as we are to know that there will always be questions with answers un-answered forever calling to be found. Turn the circle round, what do you see?
Can a star conceive its beauty in correspondence to the next within its constellation?
Can a man perceive true beauty if he has not taken all of creation into consideration?
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