An elegy to all of the sky
Citadels race in luminous grace.Gold and free-formed by water whisked up,
Into blue mist, like souls without weight.
Beauty runs flame through the mountain base.
And as her horsemen spur their gallops,
Citadels race in luminous grace.
Into blue mist, like souls without weight,
Flowing, clear blood builds castles above.
Not one vapor shall be put to waste.
My one tongue kneels, the eyes control taste.
When following rising turtle doves,
Into blue mist, like souls without weight.
The chariots halt- A light is cut.
Yet in my memories, and in us-
Citadels race in luminous grace,
Into blue mist, like souls without weight.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2010-01-11 at 12:47
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