Recalling the beloved
Perfume of green hills
That speak without words
In my spirit's native tongue
Giving meaning to all that is me
Small, boney, paunchy, and full
My true form reflected in splendor —
You are the one my heart speaks to
In earth tones you welcome me
Singing the lullaby of my soul
Comfort of home and kinship
Promise of new horizons to explore
Thankful for your generous giving:
Awakening of my primal being —
Like sun on water I begin to play
Freed from rules, walls, false friends
Fleeting acquital from the bondage
Of my convicted cybernated acreage
This poem
more than adequately illuminates a much bigger and more detailed perception of the intricate connection that all beings have with our natural surroundings.
Many have only a hazy notion of the experiences that are enriched within the elements of the complete extent that tethers everything together.
You poet have tapped into those vivid colors deriving a phenomenon of essence into universal agelessness and bringing the artistic and mystical together.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you, Dylan.
I appreciate your feedback.