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| Glimmer The shimmer of a liquid diamond, rolls slowly down, A soft background of peach and Amber. And then it slowly floats in the air until it hits the Land. It is in fact a thing of beauty when in the artist's hand, So many things that can be seen can be understood, Except for the perception of this, And so the liquid Glimmer rests upon a blade of grass so green, And reflects the colors of the sun, like a tiny rainbow seen, It's a thing of beauty, you would say, if you knew not where it was from. Instead it is an ode to sadness, from things left undone. Soon this liquid diamond, Comes down like falling rain, The artist finds inspiration for his canvas, from the pain. They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, And for the artist it is the same, This is also where tears come from. I guess a tear is a thing of beauty in the artist's stroke, But as for the beholder, it comes from a heart that's broke. Water is the base of life for all the things that live, The beauty of its Glimmer is held in awe by all, But the tear, is like a diamond, melted by the fall. 11/24/2003 TAI |
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| Flowers Song |
I heard the whisper of a flowers song yet unsung, I knew the doing of things...undone. A gentle touch of what is...is not. Confusion of the unexplained....unsought. In the blackened sky the stars do shine, The intoxication of the freshened air fills my soul to chance, the desert sand beneath my feet divine, entices me to dance, the sound of night surrounds me. It is much to soon,to play beneath the harvest moon.The air is crisp and clean, I am so alone...or so it would seem. Yet from the earth, a flower, tender, sweet and warm....blooms in anticipation of the morn.It is the only one and the the night birds song was sung. It's beauty overwhelming, it's stem and root so strong..yet it's seed ..an heir to death, for the flower does not belong. Then in it's place,a tear rolled down my face. In the night a flower bloomed, In the cold arose a sweet perfume. There was but one in moonlight view. The flowers song,is beauty in darkness...new. Copyright 2002 (To my one true love-a vision about us) |
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