Moonrise and Pines Over The Shores

Keeping The Colors Of Light I Saw (JHWatkins)

 

Keeping the colors of light I saw,

Hidden deep in my heart-

There, chambered in silence they grow-

Where, watered by time they flow,

To places concealed at the start.

 

Each shade, a life of its own,

Gathering force like the wind,

Bursting with promise

And purpose renewed,

In heavenly dreams they ascend.

 

Returning to sources of similar schemes,

Gliding down currents of circular themes,

Reveried ideas of wondrous things,

Calling my mind to attend.

 

Revelation perpetually rose,

Comically cracked poetical prose,

Fractured infighting,

Formidable foes,

Deceived by games they portend.

 

Up through atmospheres,

Right through the stars,

Backed-down multitudes,

Battered and scarred-

Groaning, condoning,

Conditions bizarre,

Where correctional forces contend.

 

Keeping the colors of light I saw-

Hidden deep in my heart-

Here, chambered in silence they grow-

Shaping the future with wisdom I know,

In places concealed from the start.

 

JHWatkins

Done