Category: POEMS

They walk beneath the waning sun
while smoke is rising in the air.

An iridescent wonderland unfurls,
where unicorns with gleaming horns like pearls,

The street on which I walk to work each day,
is lined with trees I pass along the way;

The blush of spring is surging
through shrouds of crystal white,

A thunderous deluge of tropical rain,
resounds in the indigo sky,

The topaz light to which she turned her face,
has disappeared behind a black eclipse.

She sits alone beside the river
watching rippled currents run.

A steam powered city with towers of brass
and intricate swirling designs,

The Lord is close to those who call His name,
though disillusionment has brought despair.