As a nocturne plays in wind-tuned wisdom
Your leap to flight before me-inspires my wings
As the tallest of trees invite me up-knowing you are with me
I look from spires in cloud-formed cities and think of you
As Angels hand me scrolled thought of majesty
Your grace beside me manifests my kingly crown
As my kingdom bows in blue and green, beneath misted white
I look from breathless black in star-dusted fields
As planets speak to me of you-In ever-ness beyond
Your hand is mine and only the rings of Saturn befit our bond
As spiralled creation plays out in dreamt-filled distance
It is, all this
It is of, all you
My sweet perspective
mF
(C) MarkFlood2014-poem+image
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