Tranquility

03 Mar 2010

hellfire
I long for 
the stillness of heart
when beats grow mellow
and nostrils flare,
at the wetness
of mother earth
that,
spring upon the gentle kiss
of morning dew
and blends,
with my soul's desire
I long for sacred moments
of serenity,
when even
granite rocks fall prey,
to tender lullabies 
held captive on autumn
winds
and melt, 
caressing hardened hearts
as they sink into glorious
chambers,
where the ancients roam
I long for slow swaying fields
of golden grain,
and velvet beds of sleepy chrysanthemums
that rest upon one's soul, 
the
liquid cries of Poseidon
beneath
a deep azure and turquoise reverie,
with
tides that gently spill upon the shores,
in the quiet of a sweeping night
I long for
indigo-colored skies
with frivolous stars that dance and adorn,
the auburn sandals
of Zeus himself,
hung there like a sacred painting
that is soul-invigorating,
Oh! to place me
in the presence of God
content as He,
smiles…

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