I have pursued you in the slivery storm of evening,
followed you like the lark surfing the arch of heavens rainbow
covenant cascading against the shattered earth.
I have chased you through the sable night
like a swarm of fireflies dancing over the veiled face of infinity.
Sensing you in the amethyst smile of the sun
peeking over the cold periwinkle mountains,
in the bouquet of caroling wildflowers
my solitary room is filled with your splendor.
Yearning for you,
for eternity‘s soothing balm,
for your roaring xylophonic voice to shadow
my bare existence with scarlet shades of mercy;
for the manifestation of your universe birthing glory
I endure the crucible of Momus’ slithering tongue.
In the stillness of the stale wheat air
I shall see in your smiling chiseled features a new day rising.