Rose Window Sky and Road
Rose Ruby Red and Thorn,
Petaled, Silk Soft Morning Bright,
Ribbed Leafed Emerald Green,
Between,
The Breath of Day and Sigh of Night.
Through Windowed World, Enchanted Gaze,
The Surge and Fade of Memory Strong,
Cerulean, Cobalt, Sapphire Sky,
The Road Endures As Child And Song.
. . .
This poem is full with colour, light, and texture. I think of a rose in a vase by a window as the day moves from morning to night. Of how I gaze through the glass pane from one memory to the next as the sky changes colour from one blue to another. I think of how I sat as a child in a place of worship gazing upwards through the large tilting transparent panels, out onto the clouds and world beyond.
I trust my spirit and instinct as much as thought, and perhaps far more than my body which is not nearly as strong. And yet it is through my body that everything I know begins.
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