~Spectrums Mist ~
As if upon a Meadow Larks Wing--
And a soft whispered prayer--
Float Prisms of Rainbow-like colours-
Leaving tinted mists in the crystal clear air...
II
O'er Country meadows--
And 'cross Floral Gardened Lanes--
Colourful Rainbow-like mist-
Sprinkles the sod- much like the rain...
III
'Tis like a heavenly rapture--
Of brillant colours sublime--
Pastoral Serenity--
Tinted with Bucholic Rhyme...
IV
As if upon a Meadow Larks Wing--
And soft whispered prayer--
The colours of our Earth--
Have filled our pristine air...
V
As the dew from Heaven--
Lays itself down in early Dawn--
So too, does the Rainbow Prism Mist--
As the day-- wears itself on...
Dedicated To: 'Absolute Fantasy'
A place in my mind where i go
When this world and what is going
On gets to be too much...
America: Turn off the Televisions for a while
and put the newspapers down
for but a moment...shut your eyes
and just breathe!
April 7, 2009
By Theodora Onken
© 2009 Theodora Onken
(All rights reserved)
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