Emblem

A sublime life

Whence comest thou?
In whiff nor in whim?
Shrouded in mysteries t'was
Doth gentle days cometh pass
O'er t'is rumbling heart that n'er last
Makes a gentler and nobler ways

Cast ravens shadows be
Out by gentler mind you'll see
May all seasons makes no less a man
Entwined not only with immortal time
Soul sobered in love is sublime

Fount oh heart thou, n'er t'is compssion slip
Restitute perchance not with a mortal's weep
On days such course the cynic walk asleep
Mingle mind with heart, its love,oh love to keep

Let love fly oh mortals
On rampart heart
Voice of ancestry we are
Entangled, love is sublime

Author's Note

Let every moment filled with love, and that is a sublime life

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Powerful visionary acrostic... both past and present seem to mingle in your words... and both bring the deepest sense of peace...