beauty awes by gleams of light dissipating
earth even riles through ruined faces of crowd
as ruminating gathered hearts ever decadent,
sorrow seems to redounds to joy of heaven
do we ever know dappled wings of love?
as heart serenades by promethean flames
mortal being sates rambling over colors of bliss
as whispers of smile mingle into vesper vernal
fire reels through radiating aura of innocence
immortality enlightens spirit in iridescence
even if not frigid by elastic spumes of blue
soul enshrines by promise of ocean raving
holly pilgrimage yet portrays art ancestral
as immersed through cherubim knowledge
pervading beyond thresh-hold of time and space
proscenium interprets rungs of continuity of miracle
Love is like a star you hold on your hand, waiting for someone to understand; Love is a magic bird around your head, love is the reason why you become alive or dead... Inspirational poem...
We need to meet Face to face And discuss every stanza That flared from your soul. To reach people who read them If they understood, I do bless thy with praise If not, hence it is so deep Covered with many types of rocks Searching to be washed by waterfalls, And need sun rays to ignite That lost senses once again more!
Its such a different poem i dont know what to say felt nice while reading it.
each word is so thoughtfully put i am impressed! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
mortality is promised with imortality, beauties are known from ugliness, love from hate, fertility from barren, what we strive for...., are mysteries and miracles, ......it is a wonderful poem......i feel after reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Holy Pilgrimage yet portrays art ancestral.....sounds so sacred...you tend to be a theologist, don't you? Wonderful poem as ever....