[Me-Tom-orphasis] - Welcome

Radiant sunlight falls helplessly on tumbling fire,
through twists, through turns it’s beams penetrate,
to result in a golden glow that frames an angel,
an incandescent beauty.
The fire rages throughmy veins, dispersing
all the ghosts of cold loneliness that rampage
my nocturnal thoughts.
The dream is alive; touching, holding, carressing.
Your love is warmth to the chilled soul.

Two orbs, green as the trees, blue as the sea,
hover in the midst of beauty.
The calm serenity of the forest in met with
the might of the ocean.
The result is a powerful tenderness; akin unto the
hand of God, mighty and merciful, supporting and crushing.
Your love hold high the candle of hope and faith.

The chaos is calmed by the songs od
a meadowlark, pouring from a red fountain.
It’s stone; solid yet tender.
The song rises against the tempest to quell
the angered mutterings of a found man.
The shrill cry, the warbling sorrow, sings of
a lost passion as it ranges from octave to octave.
Your love is the music of my heartbeat.

© Tommy Jordan. November 10, 1997.
Originally Added to this site August 16th, 2003.