Spectral Verses, X, Flames To The West

Soul! Fly high your flames to the West! Hence spoke the fiery eves request twilight glints and the sun protests folding back her sails. Soul! Fly high your dreams to the East! Arise to lights unending reach full moon is hung in dawn’s retreat moonlight shyly pales. Dress! Touch your midnight scented bride that plays and shifts in shadow hides from new to full her bridesmaids cry bouquets tossed to earth. Upon the firmaments divide they raise their spinster tearing eyes upward reaching knead sea and sky bastions of their birth. Awake! Awake! The pastures’ swell with tall green grasses, verdant dells, the misty mountain casting spells life reclaims the land. The yard birds sing their yearning song to svelte wildflowers and dewy corn upon the hill the tower’s dong church belled steeples stand. The joyful singing of the choir tuneful chords of love’s desire embodiments eternal fire poles the compass bares. From North to South the magnet points directing lives, approves, appoints, in life and death reflects, anoints passions that we share. The church bell softly tolling now, the death of death has been avowed replanted by the tillers plow spring buds in my view. Get up! Get up! Your spirits free drink gypsy wine and dance with glee dispersed within the liquid sea life begins anew.