by Jeremy Ford

Created on: March 09, 2010

Tranquil on the dew soaked grass

Watching the sun rise slowly from behind the peaks.

Painting the sky in a iridescent mash

The livid void is what she seeks.

Crawling spirals of ethereal colored condensation

Tickling the imagination to phantasms.

Diamonds brought on from prior inundation

Galvanize the mind through visionary spasms.

Perspiration begins to drip

Along the bristles of my chin

Her reflection can be caught at the tip

And harnessed on the brim.

She is now behind my mind

And has passed through her peak

The void, she was able to find

And now sanctuary is all she seeks.

Goodbye spring sunshine

You have for now rid me of my sorrow

I will be sitting in this dew soaked grass

When you rise again tomorrow.

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