Who Awaits The Last Grain To Fall? - Poem by David Lacey
Everlasting light penetrates throughout the void
Warming the womb of our mother nature.
Expression Fey run amok amongst the flowers
Blooming in the spring their cheeks a rose complexion.
Butterfly symmetry confirms the beauty that confronts us.
We behold a garden of ecstatic wonders.
A golden summer awaits – promising growth anew.
Apollo hath foreseen a dream beyond the blue of winters dressing.
Blessed with a kiss of those golden lips I hath missed for so long.
Who awaits the last grain to fall?
Who are we to call upon?
Who are we who seek the midnight sun?
Seek your form in unification – take a vacation from your senses
Know your life anew – beyond the nightmare of grey tied veiling.
Budding anew beneath the blue that keeps my soul a-shaking
I’m reawakening – Yearning to learn once more amongst the green
All it is to live in the wonderland of dream states.
Create your day – Do it your way
Find the words so you can have you say.
What can I say that would make it seem
Like naught more than a distant dream.
We have it all yet fight amongst ourselves
Clouds ponder in perplexity
In confrontation with birds of metallic skeleton structures.
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