night-lite

 an infinite ebony of crystals shimmer abroad my grave pale glow-

dazzling it's moon-lit candles-

soft blue flames of the purest white light shining crosses of silver and gold-

god's falling angels-

prayers whispering across the galaxy-

mystery's fortune and fates untold-

a love-ocean of wishing wells-

the stars chime-

god's playing magnetics-

lightning illuminates the sky- 

wild fire souls rain-dance the night away-

a heavenly mirror-

god is forever-

 

 

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

What I dig about this poem right off is every gorgeous line could start its own other poem -- like hypertext, a strong subliminal quality, implicit footnotes, highly compressed.

Tho' EVERY line is strongly excerptable, "wild fire souls rain-dance the night away-" seems the action joystick, exultant, classically touching the emotive keynotes of fire and rain, dancing all night. . .Beautiful.

This poem is an exquisite jewelled belt of high dreaming, girding against mediocrity, lacing the firmament, singing the whole truth that God is none other than Existence Itself.

I salute your ardent soul, and the prismatic poignance of this poem.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

You write very nice poetry my dear. Welcome to the cafe. Thank you for sharing. Debileah