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With a little help from sensual trends,
A level playing field the mind defends,
Played in teams throughout wooded landscaped dreams,
Beside golden streams the afternoon gleams,
With hopes gazing, a shoe-print left to rites,
Imprinting a Summer hue viewed invites,-
Circumstance to lay the path before sleep,-
Revolves like a door of the ages deep,
That which draws all eyes upon it's savings,
With more grace than our social engravings,
We attach to Nature's congregation,
Of all hours as Sun and Moon's dictation,
Offers passage to supply a Soul's need,
Dependent upon which our life will feed.

Emotions intermittantly let loose,
When unburdened briefly they do seduce,
Don't you know ignorance in denial?
Gives it's all casting shadowy sun dial,
Where light is sought and knowledge reveals truth,
Beyond illusionary loss of youth,
The immaterial Nation's call fabric,
Need muster none of our strength nor panic,
That social fuse burns itself out with fate,
While we accompany life without hate,
To become one with each and within us,-
Forever lives the ingredient thus.

This Thursday sunset seems modern indeed,
Sweetly setting about way down and freed,
From the horizon with magic's wave,
How does that moment know what we all crave?
Soothing a Sky with visual massage,
Our deeper being, a touching collage,
From crimson Cirrus entourage this dwells,
A miscellany of moods dusk foretells,
Oh the beautiful mysteries set sail,
So one more time obscure walls we may scale.

17 July, 2014
©2014 Daniel Brooks-Laurent

Please respect my work, which is written for the purposes of well-being and (hoped-for) inspiration whenever/wherever the needs arise.

Description

One

With a little help from sensual trends,
A level playing field the mind defends,
Played in teams throughout wooded landscaped dreams,
Beside golden streams the afternoon gleams,
With hopes gazing, a shoe-print left to rites,
Imprinting a Summer hue viewed invites,-
Circumstance to lay the path before sleep,-
Revolves like a door of the ages deep,
That which draws all eyes upon it's savings,
With more grace than our social engravings,
We attach to Nature's congregation,
Of all hours as Sun and Moon's dictation,
Offers passage to supply a Soul's need,
Dependent upon which our life will feed.

Emotions intermittantly let loose,
When unburdened briefly they do seduce,
Don't you know ignorance in denial?
Gives it's all casting shadowy sun dial,
Where light is sought and knowledge reveals truth,
Beyond illusionary loss of youth,
The immaterial Nation's call fabric,
Need muster none of our strength nor panic,
That social fuse burns itself out with fate,
While we accompany life without hate,
To become one with each and within us,-
Forever lives the ingredient thus.

This Thursday sunset seems modern indeed,
Sweetly setting about way down and freed,
From the horizon with magic's wave,
How does that moment know what we all crave?
Soothing a Sky with visual massage,
Our deeper being, a touching collage,
From crimson Cirrus entourage this dwells,
A miscellany of moods dusk foretells,
Oh the beautiful mysteries set sail,
So one more time obscure walls we may scale.

17 July, 2014
©2014 Daniel Brooks-Laurent

Please respect my work, which is written for the purposes of well-being and (hoped-for) inspiration whenever/wherever the needs arise.