Post by keith on Aug 5, 2018 4:02:34 GMT -5
The sea was far, the sky was low, reflections of the morning’s glow
Crept silently across my eyes, a subtly stated dawn surprise
Such sprinkled sunlit poet’s verse, so much more than a poet’s curse
More like a soft blue velveteen, more likely where my dreams have been
Caressed so gently in my sleep, until the dawn’s silk shadows creep
In snow white lace across my face, sun fingers wander as they trace
The rising reasons of my day, so much to do, so much to say
As I threw back my counterpane, and hatched again from where I’d lain.
Illuminati resonance, such whisper soft their matins dance
Like silver spirits of a dawn that celebrated being born
As they had done so many times, softly acknowledging poets rhymes
While books reopened once again, though there was no need to explain
How life continued like its streams, small tumbling pebbles over dreams
That took me where I need to go, across my moments as they flow
From tributaries to the sea, they lifted and they carried me
To where I walked upon a beach so often that seemed out of reach.
Illuminati secrets shade the light that glows then makes them fade
From all they were to all they are, those spirits that have drifted far
Until at last their reasons die, with no more need to wonder why
They thought they were the chosen few, so much to learn, so much to do
Before lifes moments softly shone, before the lessons learned had gone
And now they simply masquerade, caricatures of what they made,
Yet some pretenders carry on, with nought to base their thoughts upon
Just images pervading dreams, at least to them that’s how it seems…
Crept silently across my eyes, a subtly stated dawn surprise
Such sprinkled sunlit poet’s verse, so much more than a poet’s curse
More like a soft blue velveteen, more likely where my dreams have been
Caressed so gently in my sleep, until the dawn’s silk shadows creep
In snow white lace across my face, sun fingers wander as they trace
The rising reasons of my day, so much to do, so much to say
As I threw back my counterpane, and hatched again from where I’d lain.
Illuminati resonance, such whisper soft their matins dance
Like silver spirits of a dawn that celebrated being born
As they had done so many times, softly acknowledging poets rhymes
While books reopened once again, though there was no need to explain
How life continued like its streams, small tumbling pebbles over dreams
That took me where I need to go, across my moments as they flow
From tributaries to the sea, they lifted and they carried me
To where I walked upon a beach so often that seemed out of reach.
Illuminati secrets shade the light that glows then makes them fade
From all they were to all they are, those spirits that have drifted far
Until at last their reasons die, with no more need to wonder why
They thought they were the chosen few, so much to learn, so much to do
Before lifes moments softly shone, before the lessons learned had gone
And now they simply masquerade, caricatures of what they made,
Yet some pretenders carry on, with nought to base their thoughts upon
Just images pervading dreams, at least to them that’s how it seems…
you, great poetry 
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
