THE UNLIT SKIES OF SOUL
Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 2:33 am
THE UNLIT SKIES OF SOUL
A late autumn storm
veils the stars—
the ancient eyes of heaven.
The ebony spheres exult
in their dominion over light,
over the fading of fall colors,
over the summer’s dying suns.
The fruits of summer
barely buried, stalk
like ghosts, whispering
of overripe desire,
suffocating dawn's seed.
From the barrenness
of inner meadows,
the unlit skies of soul,
I observe the changing seasons,
knowing the Gardener is eternal.
Painting: "Celebration" (Acrylics on Canvas)
A late autumn storm
veils the stars—
the ancient eyes of heaven.
The ebony spheres exult
in their dominion over light,
over the fading of fall colors,
over the summer’s dying suns.
The fruits of summer
barely buried, stalk
like ghosts, whispering
of overripe desire,
suffocating dawn's seed.
From the barrenness
of inner meadows,
the unlit skies of soul,
I observe the changing seasons,
knowing the Gardener is eternal.
Painting: "Celebration" (Acrylics on Canvas)