At the filmy dawn of blazing light or gentle evenings of moonlit nights By my window curved a graceful arch in frilly tendrils of exotic vines in fringes of fresh and withering leaves enshrouded with scented flowers of sorts Where drones buzz around its charming petals and butterflies flutter over yellow pollens while insects hide beneath the reedy stems they creep and crawl only God knows where A wondrous rainbow, this arch reminds me of a fragment of nature in genial hues and shades Resplendent it seems as it bends over earth A mighty covenant between God and men. This intangible shaft of pigmented prism Soothes my soul from hideous grievings Like the verdant arch I currently own Reflections of life, my oasis and hope. Beneath the bridges of the bustling roads. Where water streams in pacific waves. Where silvery beams shimmer at night on the wanton ripples of the greenish sea. A concrete arch sustains the load of cruising mortals by motors and engines And ships smoothly sail through the archway uniting man with man of races and creeds A lacey arch once bowed above me Regina of elegance, I was behold In crystal tiara and sequined cloak My king beside me, my hand he holds. Archs of mortality in fantasies I conceive In stones, in leaves or in lacy trimmings Precise they are in purpose and meanings Dreamers can dream, wishers can wish as long as they are living And as I journey through the paths of life above and below these archs prevail One heavenly day in a desolate place behind me curved a living arch warm, touching, emotional it seems, it bends and moves, has skin and pores it pats my back, lifts my soul This arm of a friend My one perfect arch!
Reason for writing:
Friends who cheer me up during lonely moments
inspired me to compose this poem. We can see archs in
different forms, but there's nothing as warm as a
shoulder of a friend.
Birth sign: Not entered
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