From Then
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come evening
a new artist
commingles light declining
with heaven’s nimbi
and ere dries that canvas
brushstrokes will give birth
to moods of fresher expressions
till dusk fades into shadow
Happy Holidays
World Walker
a Mystery be drop’d
into Roulette’s Carouse
embarking Her daily Routine
leashing the bait’d Breath
of Her Master’s Sphere’s
by scouting newer Avenues
to enhance Life’s Knowledge
of Heaven’s shifting Sands
Bearer of Expression
be drawn her Senses
to a Fragrance of Elation
engendering Her to traverse
with invisible Wings
the Mystic Bridge
and be welcom’d
by an intimate Cloud
whose Voice resonates
in vivid Bloom
Sylvan Symphony
though imperceptible but beheld
Her Melodies be Woodlands’ Breath—
Colloquy of Wind and Trees and Lakes
Sunshine and Moonlight
Darkness and Heaven’s Tears
and Beasts all vying for Turf—
remote from Clamor’s and Blight’s
stampedes upon Cement and Runway Skies
and Addictions to Airwaves—
for an unknown Term
Nature’s uncultivat’d Realm
Park Sans Colour
Globe of Fire in Clouds be embellish’d—
tho Spectrum feinting to Hues’ Absence—
at present ‘tis Beauty of Complexion fresh—
trancing Visions to newer Frenzies
loujen haxm'Yor 