Fruits & Pearls

I held a daffodil, and pondered sugar apples. Such to speak:
Yellow-green; and lightfast gems, the hue of thoughts. Such
Breadfruit, a wisdom pearl; and such star fruit, the vox of
Art. What value—life—a cartoon; and what texture—love—
Such convenience; and never such hope—the fruit of
Faith; and never such flame—the fruit of dragons. A
Pumpkin pie scents the room: such a subtle moment; and
Value-light, a fountain pen. We wrote a poem, and carved
A tear: now the verse—the fruits of prayer; and candle light—
My soul to fly; and heart to touch, a precious swan. I kneel
The mystic—a telic pulse; and passion born, a cultic sky.     
Indeed, a beaver, builds a dam: and bird to song crafts a nest.
Thus the joy, a wellic reach; and thus, the hurt, a frontal pose.