elo69 Poetry (189)

to kiss the hand of greatness
with equanimity's graciousness
hold it up high against unfairness
with truth and awareness
and upon its writ bestow
strength of trials it will undergo
for when at last it makes its mark
across walls of light and dark
speaking to the soul of nation
about hatreds cessation
the whole world will listen
though now with stars glisten
look at all that hand has done
for truth once spoke is never undone
but turns and turns beneath the sun

each day it is a pyre
began by touch of clouds with fire
eye's seeking heights of beauty spire
she was dressed in autumns attire
red and gold like the trees

Co-oooo-CO
soft the song of the morning dove
gathering twigs in quiet grove
to weave a nest where eggs will rest
placing each in way that's best
round and round each to wind
tell a nicer home you could not find

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
warming eggs with body's stove
wings nestled down all through the night
tell a day in warm sunlight
chicks begin in eggs to scratch
and one by one each to hatch

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
cooing to her children sounds of love
nestled in their blankets sleep
tell one lets out a joyous cheep
then all together gather round
singing in their nest above the ground

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
the day she greets each with a little shove
and one by one each must fly
on their own in the blue spring sky
for each must grow strong and smart
and learn to soar like a dart
but there in each and every heart

Co-oooo-Co Co-oooo-Co
will play the song that mother liked to sing
and one day to their own children bring
when nestled safely under wing

beauty in a blanket of crimson petals
thus the day begun as now into night it settles
her breath warming clouds of chill winter sky
as late tonight the archer will fly
whispering half the moon to silence
to watch over my quiet dreams

ellipse of her lips
catching Venus eclipse
ball in the cup of soul
worlds go round the bowl
arrows of time and mass
playing like trumpets brass
marking on the wall
numbers in an endless sprawl

wildflowers tall towers
dress for autumn showers
hiding colored lace
in smooth marbled face

thus begins the rain
a quit story of my life
falling on green leaves

burning rose thy falling sun petals through her hair in scarlet
dragons of the sun will speak calling Venus to sing the moon from sea
for there beneath the water titans build a road across this strange abyss
still and cold as the ghost in Prometheus's chains

love is the taste of Autumn's lips
as across a fevered brow it lightly sips
cool as a dream of rain
slowly washing memories of pain
tell eyes are clear as bright
seeing everything with new sight
for the earth will speak in color

my name was but smoke
drifting over flesh as yet to pass
yet are we not all to young
to be so acquainted with death
bright leaves
hung upon the tree of generation

each rose
is a pinwheel of galaxies
with lattice and vortex's
spiral infinitely inwards and outwards
through chaos and harmony

it was a rose with no petals
laughing at a thorn with no blood
for my soul was red as Autumn
a sea holding dreams of the moon
echoes in the tide will say
written in miles and miles of sand