Vanishing Footprints 2011

The tide washes ashore to erase the past

In vanishing footprints of gravity presence.

Where a soul carries a womb’s inception

To time’s final wake of tomb’s reception.

See shore grains wandering poetic path of Uni-Verse

Bearing abrasion that weathers youth, wrinkled with age.

Buds gray matter growing word play of histrionic cerebral verse

Writes barefoot Freedom levitating imagery on Poetry stages.

Surf rides the wind’s mist, where any physical imprint fades.

Yet writes upon mind’s list, where the past conception grows.

Memories that serenade down horizon lines in sound cascades,

Rushing chill vibrating sensual sensations sharing nature shows.

Where in tranquility, we walk enlightened on daffodils yellow,

Spring along with purple violets dancing with white gardenias.

Tulip and wild flower fields in vivid color of impressions mellow.

Red to crimson to white roses representing living bouquet gardens.

When in peace, we hug those footprints intertwined in love stories.

Those crossing our paths to leave mental impressions in compassion

That inspire us onto individual trails that only we can master our story

Of vanishing footprints of time creating that focal point of rhyme passion.

We are the Poetry that must write the wings of the doves of peace.

We must leave our creations of Uni-Verse as a Phoenix in poetry flame.

That in the Truth of poetic philosophers, God has gifted humanity

With the Civil Liberties of Freedom, Democracy, and Independence.

Where words have no Behemoth Demigod (Reagan) master.

Leaving the Uni-Verse within us to the Guardians of time.

David Lester Young 05/26/11 ©

The tide washes ashore to erase the past

In vanishing footprints of gravity presence.

Where a soul carries a womb’s inception

To time’s final wake of tomb’s reception.

See shore grains wandering poetic path of Uni-Verse

Bearing abrasion that weathers youth, wrinkled with age.

Buds gray matter growing word play of histrionic cerebral verse

Writes barefoot Freedom levitating imagery on Poetry stages.

Surf rides the wind’s mist, where any physical imprint fades.

Yet writes upon mind’s list, where the past conception grows.

Memories that serenade down horizon lines in sound cascades,

Rushing chill vibrating sensual sensations sharing nature shows.

Where in tranquility, we walk enlightened on daffodils yellow,

Spring along with purple violets dancing with white gardenias.

Tulip and wild flower fields in vivid color of impressions mellow.

Red to crimson to white roses representing living bouquet gardens.

When in peace, we hug those footprints intertwined in love stories.

Those crossing our paths to leave mental impressions in compassion

That inspire us onto individual trails that only we can master our story

Of vanishing footprints of time creating that focal point of rhyme passion.

We are the Poetry that must write the wings of the doves of peace.

We must leave our creations of Uni-Verse as a Phoenix in poetry flame.

That in the Truth of poetic philosophers, God has gifted humanity

With the Civil Liberties of Freedom, Democracy, and Independence.

Where words have no Behemoth Demigod (Reagan) master.

Leaving the Uni-Verse within us to the Guardians of time.

David Lester Young 05/26/11 ©

The tide washes ashore to erase the past

In vanishing footprints of gravity presence.

Where a soul carries a womb’s inception

To time’s final wake of tomb’s reception.

See shore grains wandering poetic path of Uni-Verse

Bearing abrasion that weathers youth, wrinkled with age.

Buds gray matter growing word play of histrionic cerebral verse

Writes barefoot Freedom levitating imagery on Poetry stages.

Surf rides the wind’s mist, where any physical imprint fades.

Yet writes upon mind’s list, where the past conception grows.

Memories that serenade down horizon lines in sound cascades,

Rushing chill vibrating sensual sensations sharing nature shows.

Where in tranquility, we walk enlightened on daffodils yellow,

Spring along with purple violets dancing with white gardenias.

Tulip and wild flower fields in vivid color of impressions mellow.

Red to crimson to white roses representing living bouquet gardens.

When in peace, we hug those footprints intertwined in love stories.

Those crossing our paths to leave mental impressions in compassion

That inspire us onto individual trails that only we can master our story

Of vanishing footprints of time creating that focal point of rhyme passion.

We are the Poetry that must write the wings of the doves of peace.

We must leave our creations of Uni-Verse as a Phoenix in poetry flame.

That in the Truth of poetic philosophers, God has gifted humanity

With the Civil Liberties of Freedom, Democracy, and Independence.

Where words have no Behemoth Demigod (Reagan) master.

Leaving the Uni-Verse within us to the Guardians of time.

David Lester Young 05/26/11 ©