As it seeks the warmth off bright vermilion
Little bud begins to bloom...
A transparent curtain drops
As the starving pupil learns-
to read Your vision.
And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universe
Sweetened with luke warm milk,
Glossy with lazy silk,
Red with Autumn rose,
Cozy with granny's prose,
Mystic with fairy tales,
Glittering with silver vales...
And the little lies vie-
for a neverland
in the vision of that old child...
Tiny droplets of crystal tears-
Coalesce into sublime azure
Where fairies sprinkle mad showers
of jubilant rains,
Purple-tinted with blooming pains...
Receding lanes....
And the sailor sails through-
Trillions of tiny waves
of VIBGYOR dreams,
As the fearful voyage through the crimson white
Harbors at Your glowing black.....
The little bud finally blooms
into a thorny red
Autumn Rose....
Unfinished Business
11 years ago
