
Emblematic Vault
Shrapnel fragments of reflective coalesce;
Sparring within the entwine of unity;
Broken inside the mirrors integral reflection;
Whom sees the other side of morrow’s pine…
Changed from the languished depths of intricacies;
The breadth of condors spoke unto reasons kiss;
Embarked into the shadows of memorandums ill repair;
While pieces of emotional flotsams drifted from harm…
The parsing sound of death released into a tear drop;
Empirically driven from the memories emerging;
Entrenched within love’s emblematic vault of truths;
Torn like the frayed edges of reality... stolen through time…
(Written: February 14th, 2009 9:01 a/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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Georg
edges of reality. Picturesque is an obvious understatement.
I love the way your mind works, Victoria. -gene.