Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I could hear a distant celestial harp
sweet as sugar baby watermelon in late july
background music for an astral video
and I felt like the only member in church

there on the roof

a man looking up to hear a longed-for melody
the cosmic reinforcement of a baby's smile
a tune customized for his aching desires
a lilting voice to tune his chakras to blush

single-mindedness
what a fine phrase, long as the miles
you traveled to get there
single-mindedness is the focus I needed

there on the roof

the antidote to a man's hands tied in sailor's knots
his mind slipping all the moorings
revealing a tarn of contentment, a lunar lake...
a religion of one....a parable of personal truth

high as a disappearing raptor
true as an eagle's eye
swift as a falcon's confession
deep as an osprey's dive

there...............................on the roof

Stunning poetry! ... You get better and better!

(There's a greeting for you in Discussions forum, btw) ♥

Thanx so much Doreen.....appreciate your comment and greeting......you are a dear friend

Like that old earth wind & fire tune..... Keep your head to the sky......

Love this roofyism. The title reminds me of Hopi beliefs-- we become clouds after we die, and share our life-giving navala (rain) with our living kin...

Tis true, the cathedrals and holy places of nature are the most powerful.

Down that echo canyon Arizona lost hobo camp
would be the same church I was attending
it was a good sermon by the sky
as was the knowing why
because it is

your poem rings like a bell,much apreciated

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previously posted at that other site, but apropos for this thread....

[list=][/list]ah an how we prepare ourselves
For the thunderous ritual
Of cloud like Gods

I would very much be happy to
Meet your crew

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