A seed that grew without
Feelings ever streaming through one small
and mortal frame. The other side of all
the fame that mesmerized the millions.
(Askance, their use of subtleties
and liminal impressions.)
Artistically, their nature
would win out.
For there, beyond the shadow of a doubt,
lay worlds within worlds of dreams
still needing the enlightening of mind.
Words recalling images
of magic fantasy.
The truth within a pattern of creation -
so beautiful, the writing, that the hordes
could not commit to violence.
Words of love that move
beyond the groove.
Spoken in a mood of primal nurturance
where love could live us all.
Expression - base - that reaches to the heights.
There was a time when mankind knew
the value all this.
Sad, but true, our world
view has altered,
in selfish scapes that only speak fantastically
of realms and things financial. Shattering
the spirit known within the Renaissance.
There, images were honored in so many,
Sight used for more than
degradation of the wonder of all life.
And oh, the heights of pure imagination!
Stll altering the course of blind destruction
we're too often forced to cling to in a means
of pure survival tactics now.
Seeds that grow without
Feelings ever streaming through our small
and mortal frames. The other side of all
the fame they used to mesmerize the millions
Subtly, we seek an other
for love means more
than just communication.
Love is Communion
without need of sacrifice...
? Michaelette ?
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