I Rise to The Magic of Myriad Sonatas Singing in My Soul. A Sonnet Dedication, to Reynold Jay.
I Rise To The Magic of Myriad Sonatas Singing in My Soul
Beauty always lends itself to my enchantments.
With tearful eyes, some days I'm filled to the brim.
This Heart transports life’s energies,
Like raindrops from Heaven.
I evoke memories of a distant past,
When all was peerless, timeless and immortal.
My Beloved is playing His ceaseless,
Birthless and Eternal game,
And I sit on His bosom in this Vision.
I was once weighed down by many chasms,
But I now rise to the starlit hue of Autumn.
I rise to the Light of Heaven;
I rise to the beacons at the Gates of Paradise;
I rise to the magic of myriad sonatas, singing in my Soul.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted. November 14th, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Still I rise
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