Vision of the Ruby Flowers

Ruby flowered visions,
Betwixt waking dawn and dusk,
As candles are forsaken,
Whispers now are clearly seen,

With twilight gone and stillness there,
The endings are undone,
As visions stir the dreamer,
To a universe between.

Return now do the flowers,
To a world of softness still,
Enchanted with its beauty,
Do the water lilies pose,

With myrtle loving ecstasy,
The bloomer’s willow stares,
Upon the seaside glory,
Of the cinematic shows.

The morrow stands unbroken,
Like the daylight of the sun,
For healed are all the lost ones,
As those timeless now unfold,

A catalyst for all to see,
Remained the broken shells,
When all appearing leaden,
Now reveal themselves as gold.

-Pamela Storch

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