Joining, mingling, often dazzling,
Streaks of ravishing hues colliding,
Cottoness weaving patchy dreams,
Culminating into willowy streams,
Feathery blues, such peaceful solitude,
In acres binding forgotten clues;
to absolute enlightenment.
Mirrored loneliness, a lofty citadel,
Breathless creamy flowers, an endless swell.
Challenged by winds, secrets scattering,
Cerulean lakes, rivers pregnant,
Flowing in love, a sighing tryst.
Plummeting ponds betwixt pearly plumes,
Icarus leaps, then naps, on ephemeral couch.
Operatic visions; tapping Eden of its sap.
A fluffy gathering, a spirited harmony.
Efflorescent compositions, yet,
undying melodies…a bubble of joy;
All listeners keep.
Spring blesses, summer beckons;
the invisible gleaners of visible flight,
Sweat-honeyed beads, jubilant drops,
Virgin softness, touch the earth.
A sanctified hymn,
A glorious plough,
The higher plains, those empyrean seeds;
bring humbling dew, to living beasts.
Us mortals blind, will only feel,
When Angels begin, their Sky Harvest.