Storming Stone Archways
Grey matter in traversing arches sway in the gentle grain
Sowing golden wheat sheaves upon an approaching rain.
What nature harvests, sometimes meets an approaching storm.
Where turmoil lies listless ; then swirls, whirls motion to transform.
Oh mist with cloud eyes, let tears flow on cheeks washing faces.
Arches flushing creeks, while ribbon lightning rushes onto fate.
Where one must traverse storms within out Uni-Verse depressions
To write out the thunderstorms upon the lightning rod quill elocution.
Arise poet ride the currents within the heart that bears its fruit of fruition.
Germinate the blossom before the weed sets in, or one wilts into grave words.
Here lies a poet decomposing, may he rest in peace never having make bread,
When a cerebral composition could have been a celestial masterpiece to be read.
seed has fallen
we are no more
But a cross composing among grave stones.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/13/12 ©