Bow to the Throned
By: Cliff James C. Montebon
Mind's eyes wallowed like paper got inked
Obedience to the wit of the "The Great"
Bequeath not death to know the glittering dusts over head
Revealed over time since the time of the ancient
Silver dust is like rain whilst others strike by drought
My voice resonate the empty cup and water my pouch
I have inherit to marvel the sky in the night
I know one baby sings his lullaby grew up a mighty knight
In a waving fabric of darkness and numerous sparkling clustered dots
The ignorance of the Baby's kin thinks less about the future lots
The Universe' hand may stir Himself and twirl
To open the gates of the new heaven, leaving the old shell
Oasis, amen! And water flows up above afloat
The lush foliage carpets no lifeless road
The scent of the rainbow and the herbs cures the bones
Each has its own halo, vow to bow the Throned
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Apocalypse
PoésieThought-provoking Poems! Supra-mundane! Encrypted and a must read! There are star poems which deserved to be in the title page but Apocalypse is my favorite piece. I hope you find my original work entertaining. All the best.
