Have you ever seen a soul bloom in a radiant rose?
Or the hearts of lovers beat as one in the knowing sea?
Have you ever read the multitudes of minds speak in prose?
Or souls and spirits rise to a common destiny?
The beauty of a sunset, I could never draw or paint.
Sublime skies plucked from sacred strings of devotion.
Hidden thorns fall in my hand from the head of a saint.
Behold a staircase rising from the depths of the ocean-
Transcendental music plays to the seafarers, the faint.
Note for note, I climb in indescribable emotion.
Step by step, I gaze at the rose gold paint.
My palette is alive in freedom’s face of devotion.
A tiny treasure of paints illuminates love’s threshold.
So many steps for a story of life, to be foretold…
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