Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 2, 2015

World of Golden-Amber~by Norman Wilson


 

 

World of Golden-Amber

I have seen a world of golden-amber
And oak trees that gleam in purple-red
With flowers that float on angel whisk
That takes cautions to my every breath

As a rainbow heaves to the heavens
From the hills of river-streams below
Casting a bright light of many colours
That would flare forevermore and glow

To the splendour of applauding stars
Gleaming their light upon the green
In a fetching tale of growing sadness
That went on beforehand yet unseen

For what evolves, has wild me inside
In haunts fading in tomorrow’s end
Like thunder on wing tipped clouds
Behind a hidden shroud of friends

Cloaking a world, in ivory coloured tears
Weeping rivers of blue sea spreading too
A golden sun coalescing on the horizon
Bringing land to the sea, back into view

In my brand new world of golden-amber
And oak trees that gleam in purple-red
With flowers that float on angel whisk
That takes cautions to my every breath

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