Luminescent Poem by Clinton Gary Langford

I
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Cogito.......

Dimlit,
pearled in opalescent sheen
a valley lea leans
Darkness lies as quiver'd wither'd
darkling dreams

but
Light lifts up
it's head
and gazes down;
places gentle kiss
on frownèd frighted brow

Sense of Serene
butterflies shed flutters blessed in

perfect hue

I am filled to full with seeing seen
of
Pellucid things
greeness past
greeness new
I grasp an Angel's song

i dream
she sings
i dream
she meets
my dark

i am poured in rivers essence White

no desperate ache
no bitter loss

'tis Pure
'tis Wholly whole, a reach for joy
unpathos'd, calm, norm'ly found

less lest the Darkness come unbound
less lest a bitter pearl unshone

become

Gentle kiss of soul rise up
here is the place
here is the face
of heart new found

A sweetness sings
and feathered lings brush me past;
bring Hope
bring Pure core
which loves
of unself'd closèd door
my Heart has open'd solv'd and bright

there is an avenue to travel
there is the sky
there is Heaven
there is a Path
to follow

now
when darkness has fled,
become a lighted daze
where eyes can see a gentlest Truth
when a teardropp has become a joy
when these eyes
have squeezed the last of sorrow

to be complete
replete
a better better thing it is
Unvisor'd sight
I humbly thank
to sing with with Harps

i sing

II
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Ergo Sum.

The World
rains happiness down the side of a

face
whose darkest hour
felt light in your light;
sight in your sight

no night is lost and bewildered now
the veil of Diana draws
the side of a mind
away from sadness
a soft gossamer web of tranquil good
catch'd imagination
softened the tears
make'd the heart stronger held
better cherished

hope floats

In any Life
There is Reason
There is Pain
There is half remembered Joy
There are trembling poplar shakes
Where the siskin sings only elegies
upon the wings on which my love doth fly

But sorrow passes

Unremembered joy become remembered
Nostalgic things have become the arts

to find
a piece of peace
in lonely heart now found unlonely

and my years have counted
the books of sorrows

found life
found deepest meaning
found soul kindred
as the sunsets and the rises
fall and flutter up again
so the eyes of Heaven
gaze with love
upon thee and me
that God made
and loved before
and loves still

and I love thee
Thee

Clinton Gary Langford,2009