Poem 2-29 Musse

angels rise as spirits

circle upon ethereal winds

rising from the nothingness

to blow thought's assuage,

invoking memories that healed,

of kisses sealing esprit,

treating passing ires,

tranquil cooled eruptions,

a bequest of shimmering colour,

metallics attracting the senses

to bestowed moments of solace,

a silent revelation's chagrin

of eons passing between flutters,

heavy wings slowing laden time,

catharsis leading the desiderate

splashing of aleph's watery plane

to find a current, a tide

to float an astral hope,

a message to unite, allow

heavenly harmony to reverberate,

myself to become troubadour again

to have resonance echo

through eternity and soul to ear,

so again I may hear

patters of feet,

that accompany air's caress of wing

belonging to the wisp,

my convalesce of elan, asking

covalent omniscient to perceive

a calling for consort's reprieve

 

Reviews

[TLK]

"to blow thought's assuage" makes no sense to me.

[TLK]

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