Prism Scattered light dances in my eyes
Many colored patterns set my soul free
Are these images of truth or of lies
That break away the scales and let me see
From whence comes this brilliance? Where does it start
The illumination that fills me so
Painting a dappled picture in my heart
An image into which I wish to grow.
It starts as a spark deep within your soul.
Then spreads to me as we merge into one
I don't think that ever this was the goal
But it happened sure as the rising sun
And if ever that light a shadow cast
I hold the memories forever fast
Poetry and the like I have written over the last year. Some Seiku, some sonnet, some just good old fashioned rhymes.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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