Idyllic

Love is so idyllic; and pain, such a mystery. My heaven, an
Attic muse: my heart, the lance of love. And such epiphany,
To pardon life; and such aesthetic, a fervent mind. She treks
The clouds, and falls the joy. Her eyes, a mystic fount: her
Tears, an angel’s prayer. We vibe electric, afraid to utter,
Love. Our panacea, to tremble passion; and pain, a silent cry.
Such fluid walls—the air to bend; and flaming heart, the
Waves to curve. And lightning, love: a Father’s smile; and
Terror, love: a Mother’s fear. Coach a dream, my soul to
Print; and heed the signs, my love to dance. For blinding webs,
Seize the mind; and fantast flames, drive the soul. Thus alert,
A spirit lark; and thus awake, the fate of art. But such the
Joy; and such the force: a pillar soft, a future coarse. And
Hence, the ache, idyllic love; and hence, the heart, a silent drug.   Â

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Comments
Excellent write as usual from the golden poen of Poet Glenn, My applause, My love, My vote
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I thank you, Williamsji. I appreciate your comment.