Voiceful Reflections Ii Poem by Thomas Foreman

May we be?
Asleep in pastures of lastly thought

Shall we soon see?
An assent of unseen perception

Often fore sought

Over the vastly plains of paris-green
Streaks of crimson and indigo
Burst
From flavored clouds,
Spun of shapely gold

What was a passing of awareness
Turns a now intricate impress
Silent flows of rain sheer down
On fields
Versed in due confess

The land below saturates as
Mind-clear stream,
Thoughtful insights
Whispered on pleasant-voiced dream

The thousands,
Full of leaves intricate of sapphire and lapis lazuli,
Number the rivers

Sacred lotuses infiltrate as many.

The sand envelops the ancient tone of these waters as
Pure white-chromatic gems
Inlaid of soft pearl,
Voiced in scarlet hymn

Melodic birds pleasure the once,
Silent air

The fabled sun shines,
An adornment of red-fringed rose
Aligned in fabled care

Trees of fire-bright gold
Bear flowers of jasper and jade
Free in timely unfold
Aired in honored serenade