Gathering Denial

Ether thin soft soul drifts
Across the world’s face.
From the blue globe it sifts
The beauty of each place.

But none are diminished,

Rather all are enhanced.
By the time it is finished,
Each was gently asked
And danced.

Wandering towers of ice

Risen from black arctic seas,
Pure blue crystals sacrifice
And melt southward now in peace.

Where coral tossed azure besets

A sugar stretch of sand,
And surrenders wild tropic palettes.
Mangrove marshes fade to land,
And disband.

Desert burned empty places

Rudely littered by sand smooth stones,
Secrete and let drift a fragrance
Subtly rich in earth’s red tones. 

Golden lush grassed plains
Trembling with breeze born waves,
Contribute bronze of shifting grain,
And wildflower spray, its unsaved
Loving slaves.

Callous canyons wear swirling mist

With hardy small sapling trees,
Having not the strength to resist
Give up their timeless mysteries.

While the cover of the skies,
At once both black and blue
Offer up that perfect slice,
Dusk and dawn, where forever fuse
The two.

The gentle soul contains all of these

While all of these contain the soul.
Still, no matter what I plea,
It shares not part nor whole
With me.