The Waltz of the Soul
From the seventh heaven they come
those buoyant droplets of drizzle;
In diluting, they take pride,
this swirl of hues to an aquarelle;
Those hues that adorn his elegant form
creating an aqueous palette, a merry melee
The scarlet & the lime, the azure & the violet
together they all waltz away.
His jade wings spread out a throne
for his patina-covered figure
to welcome those first showers divine
that gild his crown sapphire.
All his hearts sway with the throne
to the mellifluous music of his soul
that blends the turquoise with the emerald
to make the rainbow whole.
The fragrance that the zephyr brings with it
of the damp earth & the dewy verdure
sends his spirits into joie de vivre
seeding his passion for a freedom calm & pure.
His colours dance with his wings,
His body dances with his soul
in his quest to evince his beauty-
unveiled by the waltz of his soul.
those buoyant droplets of drizzle;
In diluting, they take pride,
this swirl of hues to an aquarelle;
Those hues that adorn his elegant form
creating an aqueous palette, a merry melee
The scarlet & the lime, the azure & the violet
together they all waltz away.
His jade wings spread out a throne
for his patina-covered figure
to welcome those first showers divine
that gild his crown sapphire.
All his hearts sway with the throne
to the mellifluous music of his soul
that blends the turquoise with the emerald
to make the rainbow whole.
The fragrance that the zephyr brings with it
of the damp earth & the dewy verdure
sends his spirits into joie de vivre
seeding his passion for a freedom calm & pure.
His colours dance with his wings,
His body dances with his soul
in his quest to evince his beauty-
unveiled by the waltz of his soul.
posted by bayou amour propre @ 6:14 AM
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