Sunday, February 14, 2010

Painterly Tones



The pinnacle is blue.

My rememberings are soft
in painterly tones of
Green and White.

They are the bones of my present future.

Thoughts close in,
the Stillness,
the Cold. . .

I bend, but do not break.

My body flows, my bones,
condones my movements with
water and adoration.

I am not God, but I can see Him.

This scent is sweet, and nothing overpowers
the greatness of the moment.
I've not attained the spot of love and calm,
but my heart reaches past the point of vision and reflection
to breach the realm of faith.

The pinnacle is blue.

1 comment:

  1. I remember trying to interpret this one on facebook. It was one of my favorites from the ones I saw on facebook.

    Glad you posted it. I was sad when I saw it was gone.

    ReplyDelete