Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;
Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,
as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain ....
Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac
water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night
undulating sinuously towards the evening light
none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;
Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow
but this I know,... no never have I seen
such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night.
This piece lives up to your name, Mystic. The language is enchanting, unusual, ‘“Opuses of art..”. That last stanza is wonderful, even repeating “Who knows…” really works, and my favorite = “…cleaving at the cusp of night.” ~ ~ djl
The gloaming is the time of times, IMO. And so often we observe her beauty in the same kind of silence that she exists in. For me, it's a time to take rest, reflect, forgive, smile, and prepare for the inevitable battles that we will face tomorrow. Lovely images. Peace...
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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