I don't know I don't know . . .


Cognizance of Thee Phenomenal

May be 'tis but a fever of the senses
Ages roll by like wavy ink on paperwhite
The world builds stones around my mind;
yet, these visions pass through lighter than air
Whilst daylight sacred fields dance through your hair,
(higher than any earthly mountain espies)
In shades of breath impossible to impress
What mortal clay could E'er contain
return moments, even explain,
who was there, who spoke to me wearing mortal guise
such a spirit singing notes clearer than the skies,
waylays the weighs of gravity run rampant through my bones,
See poets verse bow in great delusion
'Tho' writ like banquets of profusion,
With lines of shopworn words hope to express
Movements of Heaven rustling through your dress,
How daylight sacred fields dance through your hair
Yet, these visions ring true lighter than a i r.



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Written on 2012-12-16 at 19:37

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Lilly Negoi
the image you describe here is a breathtaking one, and my opinion is that one of the things that contributes to that effect is the way you make use of language and the structure of phrases. it's indeed a beautiful description :) - and the title does perfect justice to it!
2012-12-18