Joseph Narusiewicz

Silver Star - 3,591 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Eternal Fields - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

All my joy pours into your river
You are the vase of ancient meadows
Forests in the conscious light
Born in the mossy night
Plumes of purple mountains
Wells by the lime lanterns

We rest like the morning rain
Tribes of grazing buffalo
Tents of pure language
Caves with turquoise laughter
Brilliant stars have joined us
These lands are tongues of great pines

Buried, seeds budding in eternal fields

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

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