Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Nov 25, 2008 21:16:38 GMT -5
ENCAPSULATE
An ancient grey moon hangs heavily
Over a staggering planettttttttttt
Called Earth...
Suddenly the edge dipped in molten
Shimmery silver
It becomes a poetic prize
Like the bars of weighty gold
Hidden in effervescent sea caves
When sunlight turns upon them
At highest noon....
And the glittering, glistening, glimmering
Gashes of pure splendour
Sweep up your soul in raptures
Of unearthly delight...
For the resplendance these images deposit in your breast, now hard beating...
These are mine you discover!
All mine this pure treasure
Delight everlasting
Encapsulate these moments
Of such revelation
For they become a panacea
To carry you over
To the other side
Called Life...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
An ancient grey moon hangs heavily
Over a staggering planettttttttttt
Called Earth...
Suddenly the edge dipped in molten
Shimmery silver
It becomes a poetic prize
Like the bars of weighty gold
Hidden in effervescent sea caves
When sunlight turns upon them
At highest noon....
And the glittering, glistening, glimmering
Gashes of pure splendour
Sweep up your soul in raptures
Of unearthly delight...
For the resplendance these images deposit in your breast, now hard beating...
These are mine you discover!
All mine this pure treasure
Delight everlasting
Encapsulate these moments
Of such revelation
For they become a panacea
To carry you over
To the other side
Called Life...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH