Where lines meet within the fullness of emotion
Gossamer songs among remembered plans.
True hearts pulse breath amid a notion
Of moments spent allowing voice through hands.
Song of resonating pearls and silent light views,
As mirrored movement sprout the violet seeds,
Destroying scent wave’s likeness in the sinews,
To wipe the mind of gardens flowering clean.
Re-style the shapes within and out the windows
Of tissue tendrils flowing long and bright~
Take up the sword of green intention
And slice each tendril while in flight!
With ardent passion seek the cube of lightness.
View the rainbows’ leaping cloud’s caress.
Reveal the tetra-oil of infinite brightness,
While freeing seeming seams of Love’s prowess
Cubes as cubes begat the shapes of glory
As songs of waves remains a flight,
And dark as darkness tells the story,
Of truth revealed in dreams at night!
Luana R. Lo Presti February 23, 2010
