A Trace of Surrealism
Prisms of your lightWe bend in fluid reflections
Mere abstractions of lights source
Abundant we are found everywhere
Gems buried in dirt
Clay vessels spun on an unseen potters wheel
Still we do not shatter
As your spirit enters in
Pale in comparison to you are we
A momentary fraction of divinity
Draped in carbon hooked together
Geometry of vivid surrealism
We harbor the promise of rainbows
In dreams of glittering nuance
We left it in your hands
All of our varied designs
Trace elements of a larger scheme
Of which we are not yet privy
We the web of your breath
Glisten from morning dew
Set adrift in a sea of mirage
Your consuming love our anchor
As our origins are unzipped inside
We fail to uphold our lovely shape
For we unleash terrors into the collective mind
Disoriented our light bends with dust shadows
We are what we run from
Though our dreams distort us
Unmasked we become true again to light
Nowhere far enough to escape the winds renewal
For we border on the cliff of forever at all times
Graceladymn 9/2/09
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