Pure Rhymes Forum Treasure Chest

Back-lit, blending- surrounding, drifting; Cottonwood seed puffs, in air, through marshlands flicker.
They play copy- cat, snow fluffs caper. April is turning transitional song; Soft raspberry sun dress weather.
My eyes rise at your waves of cresting new flurries; Cotton crystals caught blazing.
Strata trees depth, many bird- canopy-calliopes, Carry musical tones, sounding like water jewel piccolos.
Feathered air crafts, balanced wings spread; Aerodynamic tail tillers domain.
Air grace parlays- trapeze innovators; humbled at your door step I wait. Imagine and wonder, your ability to fly.
Wish- dream -yearn; tethered moorings are loosening at the seams. Each thread has become vanquished, fraying.
These symbols’ haunt consciousness; awake, vision or dreaming? Through reflective reversal’s screen; my understanding stops.
I fear I am missing strength’s potent truths as I bask in these inner glory tears. From edge’s angle to faraway note, Understanding is known and felt perception.
Inner treasure chest, each shimmering sweet barb calls. What is the key? Who is to claim it?
Queries the question: Does this yearning point to a clue? This treasure Chest of who I really am lives still:  For it is given from My savior and creator; the Lord Jesus Christ;
 -The clue and the key.