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Seasons Revolve, Spirits Evolve
- Seasons Revolve, Spirits Evolve -
The breath of spring rises on high currents,
Bringing life where winter took it just before.
How intricately that is bound in sentiments,
To the human spirit that longs ever for more!
I canst feel the golden kiss of sunlit moments,
Times yet to come but eternal as the clouds…
Soaring above the world without judgments.
For the heavens art not as common crowds!
Sometimes, I feel my soul drifting likewise,
On wings bestowed by powers so glorious…
More grand than mortal dreams may realize!
For such things art not quite so ponderous…
Being swift, being sure beyond all measure.
Such grandeur, is not for common thinking,
Nor human thinking, but for godly pleasure!
Divinity ascends, never into depths sinking.
Unless those deeps be their chosen domain,
For, divinities may pick light or dark, equal.
But, only as within destiny’s greater frame!
Destiny is the great and immovable steeple.
See the gleam from afar; let it call as a siren!
Hear the angelic voices, singing in harmony.
Such canst be the beauty of men and women…
If they couldst behold of the greater tapestry!
I have heard such a call since my very youth,
And followed it unto heights and depths alike.
That, is how I came to my own unique truth…
Within myself, a grand balance to thus strike.
My wings art white, my wings art also black!
Spring and autumn, summer and winter twin,
I am set upon a path; there is no going back…
I canst be a saint, yet I canst just as lustily sin.
Naught is without meaning, all is as designed,
Made after an image, templates to be worked.
Seasons and souls, both canst be thus refined,
For all posses within them, some divine spark.
Around all that is, a core resides like an Eden!
Seasons revolve, spirits evolve, and all changes.
Seek me there in the heart of my lofty garden!
In finding, thou wilt need not of farther ranges.
See the sky; behold the life teeming thereon!
Where great birds circle, hawks and eagles…
Set against the gilded glare of the distant sun.
Day and night bring their nobility ever regal!
That is how souls and spirits canst be in turn,
How all canst be, if they do but choose such.
My heart, is insatiable, for so much I yearn…
Every sensation gratified with a single touch.
Oh, to heighten every joy nigh unto rapture…
Making each, new happiness without a peer!
To each sensuous pleasure, eternally capture,
Like woman’s softness beneath fabric sheer…
Wouldst it not be ecstasy for the very senses!
Delight me; infuse me with boundless magic.
Show me a universe without walls or fences,
Without boundaries born of corruption tragic.
Adieu to winter, and welcome new warmth,
In sweet resurrection of both land and heart!
Seasons pass with neither hatred nor scorn…
They endure unfolding, as is their fated part.
Time ensures that they become never worn,
Each new moment contains its’ own energy.
Every season, is pure in the hour it is born…
Each possessing a part of terrestrial dignity!
Humans art the same way, only later in life,
Losing their light when choosing darkness…
Just as peace is lost when one chooses strife.
That is the hour of the death of blessedness!
With everything I do, and with all that I am,
I strive to transcend such crude limitations…
To bring color to bleakness, the sea to sand!
And so I partake in unheard of celebrations.
Chaos balanced by enough order to create…
Rather than destroy save where it is needed.
The time hastens and so let us all celebrate!
With fresh energy, let this spring be seeded.
The breath of spring rises on high currents,
Bringing life where winter took it just before.
How intricately that is bound in sentiments,
To the human spirit that longs ever for more!
I canst feel the golden kiss of sunlit moments,
Times yet to come but eternal as the clouds…
Soaring above the world without judgments.
For the heavens art not as common crowds!
Sometimes, I feel my soul drifting likewise,
On wings bestowed by powers so glorious…
More grand than mortal dreams may realize!
For such things art not quite so ponderous…
Being swift, being sure beyond all measure.
Such grandeur, is not for common thinking,
Nor human thinking, but for godly pleasure!
Divinity ascends, never into depths sinking.
Unless those deeps be their chosen domain,
For, divinities may pick light or dark, equal.
But, only as within destiny’s greater frame!
Destiny is the great and immovable steeple.
See the gleam from afar; let it call as a siren!
Hear the angelic voices, singing in harmony.
Such canst be the beauty of men and women…
If they couldst behold of the greater tapestry!
I have heard such a call since my very youth,
And followed it unto heights and depths alike.
That, is how I came to my own unique truth…
Within myself, a grand balance to thus strike.
My wings art white, my wings art also black!
Spring and autumn, summer and winter twin,
I am set upon a path; there is no going back…
I canst be a saint, yet I canst just as lustily sin.
Naught is without meaning, all is as designed,
Made after an image, templates to be worked.
Seasons and souls, both canst be thus refined,
For all posses within them, some divine spark.
Around all that is, a core resides like an Eden!
Seasons revolve, spirits evolve, and all changes.
Seek me there in the heart of my lofty garden!
In finding, thou wilt need not of farther ranges.
See the sky; behold the life teeming thereon!
Where great birds circle, hawks and eagles…
Set against the gilded glare of the distant sun.
Day and night bring their nobility ever regal!
That is how souls and spirits canst be in turn,
How all canst be, if they do but choose such.
My heart, is insatiable, for so much I yearn…
Every sensation gratified with a single touch.
Oh, to heighten every joy nigh unto rapture…
Making each, new happiness without a peer!
To each sensuous pleasure, eternally capture,
Like woman’s softness beneath fabric sheer…
Wouldst it not be ecstasy for the very senses!
Delight me; infuse me with boundless magic.
Show me a universe without walls or fences,
Without boundaries born of corruption tragic.
Adieu to winter, and welcome new warmth,
In sweet resurrection of both land and heart!
Seasons pass with neither hatred nor scorn…
They endure unfolding, as is their fated part.
Time ensures that they become never worn,
Each new moment contains its’ own energy.
Every season, is pure in the hour it is born…
Each possessing a part of terrestrial dignity!
Humans art the same way, only later in life,
Losing their light when choosing darkness…
Just as peace is lost when one chooses strife.
That is the hour of the death of blessedness!
With everything I do, and with all that I am,
I strive to transcend such crude limitations…
To bring color to bleakness, the sea to sand!
And so I partake in unheard of celebrations.
Chaos balanced by enough order to create…
Rather than destroy save where it is needed.
The time hastens and so let us all celebrate!
With fresh energy, let this spring be seeded.
Published 14th Apr 2015
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14th Apr 2015 1:55pm
Hey Kou! Really nice write here--love it and also the photo you put with it; I'd frame that and hang it on my wall! :) Hope you are well!
xoxo
xoxo
15th Apr 2015 6:17am
Hey there, Lavender! So happy you enjoyed the poem. That was a great image, I must agree... good to see you liked that as well. It went perfectly with the poem but is also a great picture even just plain on its' own too. Together, it is a pretty and poetic package indeed! I'm doing super well, actually... never been better, as the saying goes. Very sweet of you to ask! Thanks for the kindness. :)
Anonymous
14th Apr 2015 3:03pm
Beautiful poem with such a beautiful picture! I agree with MadameLavender, I would frame it and hang it on my wall and admire it every morning when I wake up and find such a wonderful poem beside it. :)
I'm pleased to see you found this poem so enjoyable also, Lilly! And its' corresponding illustration too. I thought that picture really complemented my poem ideally, and it truly does! I am so honored at how much you and Lavender adored both image and verses, and I am highly delighted at your bright comment, my dear. :)
Anonymous
15th Apr 2015 10:33am
Such a joy to read this, dear Jessica!
Spring is always a season of inspiration, of newness, creation, light and celebration.
Your poem brings the spring to life.
Spring is always a season of inspiration, of newness, creation, light and celebration.
Your poem brings the spring to life.
20th Apr 2015 6:09am
Oh indeed! I love the springtime so much, and summer too, so these are the times of the year when the beauty of the seasons adds to my poetic inspiration. I am delighted you enjoyed the poem, big sister! Glad I could bring spring to life in it so well. :D
