aptitude of felicity
runs through the lighthouse
with pierced light
of celestial circumstances
to places on high.
a stately existance
ringing in a body
of resonance.
catch a name,
dance into the twilight,
it’s more than holding another’s hand.
aptitude of felicity
runs through the lighthouse
with pierced light
of celestial circumstances
to places on high.
a stately existance
ringing in a body
of resonance.
catch a name,
dance into the twilight,
it’s more than holding another’s hand.
gold, pure gold Don ….
jimi….thanx a lot for that superb compliment on this one. it was one of the first pieces i did when i started writing again. it’s kinda a blend of the rock group Rush and Ayn Rand.
This is lovely. I love lighthouses, and the metaphor here is really well done.
lora…saw your message a few hours ago. had a reading tonight. did the penis one tonight and got some laughs. thanx for the comment on this one. it’s a blended one of a couple infuences if you saw any of the other comments that are on here. i love lighthouses too. more than ever….:)