Response

Response In sacred space, our time endures was her embrace - the months of Fall the earthly flesh where minds enroll beholding of the distant moors. The souls who trusted time's one task, the night's distressed ascetic stare, from Southern stars should be aware, and mistle rainbows of the dusk. Because in early themes and notes, became the spirit and response, one challenge-toast, and golden cross, in ocean depths, and lucent floats. Up where the solitude transmits amid green foliage birds that twirp two tears remind forgotten stirp, sea-blue the ribbon she submits. But with the scintillant of dews, aglow and sacred is her stare, sweet rhymes her calls for me to care lone her transmitted smile imbues. 'Twill be the beaming of a pray, where ancient calls of springs will make, love the reflection of the lake and mountain highs of life's display. © G.V. 03-06-2013 All rights reserved (Iambic tetrameter)