Unveil raptured dreams
Cradle the soft feathery light
Feeling souls redemption
Roundels fill the open airs fragrant mystery, our angels
My soul cased in soft ambers of adorn love
Capsules in the lining trimmed in hidden legions ecstasy
In celestial turrets lay nesting in my cherubim eyes, everlasting
Thronged in air sit many angels lights
Passion voice, rippled hard
Hearts doth , watered deep
Till sunset I shall you feel you slumber sweet
Winged heralds realms of glory
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane