(Omicron by Cheryl Kellar)
Where I stand
The ocean of purple, blue, & pale
pink
Cathedral lights wash over lush
mountain sides
Bright enough to illuminate the pane
Below snell's window
Baby coo’s and little footsteps
Fill the atmosphere with innocence
And purity like a mother's womb
The bursting of heart-shaped
capillaries
Caused a movement
Of psychedelic blocked receptors
The sound of music rang
The constant wave of notes
Made our words so easy to speak
The strumming of memories made
The road as smooth as the path
Of somnambulism
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Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
At d'Verse, Grace has us writing poetry inspired by fine artist, Cheryl Kellar.