MAJESTIC GLORY OF LIGHT AND BLESSING OF YOURS, ALMIGHTY...

...and Rain - this last my Friend

from distant past transmitting

drop by drops in hands

above horizon expected long

ago flashing Rainbows, existence

and reality of Lord in one of

multiple fragments by sharpie

peaks of spectral hues, from early

feelings of calming warmth, such

permanence of naivete's

proximity as obvious symptom,

anticipation of upcoming miracle

embraced by jolt of mellow from

childhood dreams, and streams,

 

and sparking glares, reality of

every day believe in green longevity

of Forest's leafs, reflecting Light from

sleeping Times, through waters been

firmaments of tangible pulsating

matter to object radiating bliss,

vibrating, subtle trace of memories

by crumbs well known by tactility

of acute senses, reflecting steps of

running passers-buses, and polls,

and rails in nights, and streets still

called my name, by echo far above

all rusty fallen lore, malicious

agendas, without drop of wisdom,

 

and axioms, aroused by fallacy off

premises, evoking song of Winds

through carcasses of bridges tied by

iron grasps spasmodically suspended

upon Neva-river, still walled by

monumental granite slabs as utter

deviation from modern age of Arcs,

chimeras-towers, and Parthenon's of

Whitest of the Nights in shadows off

steps from sleeping Summer Garden

between eternal marble-tiny guards

projecting brittle hands through

whispering infinity of dropping frozen

blast of crippled snow flakes to paint

 

somewhere in such distant Alps

fragment - imagine(!) tempera

a fresco on the walls by modern

style with always smiling and

agile Reindeer above with polar

entourage on blue tormented

skies above a Tundra with escort

of grown trees amongst fluidity of

bluish skies and luminosity of ice;

imagine(!) - far above Ding-Dong,

prone to folklore of deepest skies,

all day and night for long eons

deployed, and never since forgotten,

but still Ideal for living all...

 

 

 

Done