Post by keith on May 22, 2021 10:40:43 GMT -5
The candle whispered round the pedestal, then slowly died away
Like the criss-cross flickering sunlight at the ending of a day
And painted on Carrera marble in soft water colour shade
Were the promises of evening and the difference that they made,
The statue’s eyes shone diamond lies, that slowly wandered viscous skies
Encased in flowing tourmaline, so liquid and Evangeline
They looked through mesmeristic mist, enchanted by the dreams they kissed.
The Prayer book lay unopened on the shade Lectern of night
For a Prayer has much more meaning than the early morning light
All those put together pages that consider every line
Only glow upon the pulpit when the moon begins to shine,
And starlight painted church glass glows upon each alabaster rose
That twines around the columned aisles, and by the Altar slowly smiles
Acknowledging communion wines beneath the cross that softly shines.
She lay in her exhausted sleep, within her crystal dream filled deep
That overflowed with every hymn she knew, some painted false and others true,
The baby yawned and slept dry eyed, for only lonely memories cried
And only faces from the past come gathered round the child at last,
So many different shades of time, so much to read, so much to rhyme
As ghost silk fingers touched his head, so many Prayers were softly said
And every softly sleeping smile made promises to stay a while.
And far away, another day, upon a bed an old man lay
So tired of life, so tired of pain, so tired of drifting back again
To all his ageless long gone hours, those blossoms dangling from the bowers
Those silken dreams that slowly glide on white sailed ships through time and tide,
Then in the doorway of his room, a baby’s smile cut through the gloom
And as he slowly raised his head, he felt their spirits gently wed
Then all his pain was cast away, as they went walking through the day…
Like the criss-cross flickering sunlight at the ending of a day
And painted on Carrera marble in soft water colour shade
Were the promises of evening and the difference that they made,
The statue’s eyes shone diamond lies, that slowly wandered viscous skies
Encased in flowing tourmaline, so liquid and Evangeline
They looked through mesmeristic mist, enchanted by the dreams they kissed.
The Prayer book lay unopened on the shade Lectern of night
For a Prayer has much more meaning than the early morning light
All those put together pages that consider every line
Only glow upon the pulpit when the moon begins to shine,
And starlight painted church glass glows upon each alabaster rose
That twines around the columned aisles, and by the Altar slowly smiles
Acknowledging communion wines beneath the cross that softly shines.
She lay in her exhausted sleep, within her crystal dream filled deep
That overflowed with every hymn she knew, some painted false and others true,
The baby yawned and slept dry eyed, for only lonely memories cried
And only faces from the past come gathered round the child at last,
So many different shades of time, so much to read, so much to rhyme
As ghost silk fingers touched his head, so many Prayers were softly said
And every softly sleeping smile made promises to stay a while.
And far away, another day, upon a bed an old man lay
So tired of life, so tired of pain, so tired of drifting back again
To all his ageless long gone hours, those blossoms dangling from the bowers
Those silken dreams that slowly glide on white sailed ships through time and tide,
Then in the doorway of his room, a baby’s smile cut through the gloom
And as he slowly raised his head, he felt their spirits gently wed
Then all his pain was cast away, as they went walking through the day…
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
