~ Holograph ~
...In the midst of Dawn-
Slowly tiptoeing in are lemon yellow,
Rays of the Sun...
A shimmer-glimmer of sparkling light,
Shines upon, the paths we oft' run-
The copper-hued eddies,
Are doing their pirouettes, as usual-
While song birds, are billowing, their musical call...
They bring forth the memories of,
A sweet-sweet Spring,
And the sorrows, of a once, Golden-tipped fall...
It is, the thing, Legends are made of-
Hark!--Listen, softly, to all of natures melodies-
Be e'er so diligent, to grasp your surroundings-
As parting, 'tis such, a bitter tragedy-
Look to our beautiful Firmament...
That solid vaulted arch, that we call our sky-
Into the stratosphere, 'tis a surreal picture-
'Tis a most glorious rendition, of you and i!
Challenge: Doc Dyr's
Anything Goes
By Theodora Onken
© 2008 Theodora Onken
(All rights reserved)
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