Abstracting Grace
Having exiled the mundane
Burning miserably
Behind my eyes
By the consignments of grace
A taste of Love’s lost beauty
Now sits on the tip of my tongue
As an abstract expression
Yet elusive to the enhanced illusion
I’ve fashioned to contemplate
For in that life in-between worlds,
An imaginative escape has grown
With knowing silence
In the garden of night
An Idea
An Image
A Dream
A Poem
