From a new poem I wrote this week:
"Bolted from thunder & its thunderous light,
Lit by wonder and its wondrous line,
Lined up on the horizon, so I cannot touch...
However...
... This is what I watch:
Out of the sun, rises the shiny one,
And I'm down with its blinding prism-like stars;
'Cause that is how I get -
!done-art -
Venturing in-between the shadows of sky's palette,
Tied to the spectacle of a ray that's spun,
The feeling I embody is a treecency,
For it is an evergrowing regency
which has me whisked soulfully
beyond horizons I can dream of,
Visually make use of,
Proudly speak of,
As it is one of my dreams
that is yet to come true,
And that is being with the one I love...
You!
©DC, 2009
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