Golden Light – Now My Colours All Turned Bright
Barbara M Schwarz
Olive branch, you held a tranche, more than just an ‘old’ piece branch – you gave me the hope to see final golden imagery, and in the stirring of the sea, the foam that filled my memory was hidden out of view, as the sun through clouds renew, every moment swiftly passing through.
What was left or held to cleft
What had gone or could prolong
It mattered not to me
for there the imagery
golden brought my century
beyond its full rhyme
reverberations swift
design
a brand new image line.
On the front: “Three panels antique gold : the sun of old our treasure hold (as the olive tree told)” 2017.
Golden Light – Now My Colours All Turned Bright
What was left to incite
What was left to right
What was left to blight
What could not invite
Nothing further I could see
except the image follow me
that when the journey done
it matters not what could become
the null-sum sheer depart
I have a vibrant beating heart
and in the journeys left ahead
I knew my soul such safety bed
that when I start to see
the golden allegory
alights in colours free
all around me
the rainbow in my mind
is now the moment swift to turn kind
and turn a blind eye on every false cry
you see, I really knew
that every golden hue
returned antique and new
in shades of sentiment
in waves of full intent
in scent of hungry run
in essence of all the fun
and so I say
“game on – whichever you swung
no greater could become
a life in golden sun”
A moment of perfection
to see the sun’s correction
of where we falter where
we no longer breathe fresh air
the blast and then the crack
and all put paid to that
the unsustainable
has long since had its belly full
and no more cogitating
will relieve the belly-aching,
when out there on the run
we shall have the greatest fun
oh memory divine
I worshipped you in pure sunshine,
and idolised the way
you held onto your path today
and I replied to you
“dear moment – good and true
may the sun always bless you.”
A moment to decline
and yet again
the pure sunshine
never now shall end
whatever pathways we now wend
I always start to see
the golden light approach me
in gentle turn of phrase
that moment last for days
and I bathe in light arrays
as the wind sways
through the trees
it rustles now the Springtime leaves
and as I have said before
infinity’s an open door
and all that now incite
is colours golden bright
and I am left to see
the golden light that surround me
ebony of tongue
when the wooden life begun
ebony of soul
when the matter enter whole
ebony of thought
such deeper ways than what we fought
ebony desire
you cast upon a holy fire
all that ‘er could mire
and in the lifted stead
you raise a wholly head
of simple golden light
for now my colours all turned bright
Purple Eyes Publishing
A birthplace to venture every nomenclature and simply procure, energy rich and pure is natural for sure.
Golden light and sunbeams bright, and all your mind may wish incite, is in the great outdoors for there life lives in greatest scores, and see, now how the music pours shores of energy in blasts of memory by living full and free in the light that envelops me.
Twinkle sum, the golden come to visit everyone: the living sun – our days are won – in what we see that glistens with such energy when the sun surround for free all we wish to ever be.
As I delve to new insight - all my ways alight - new pathways to incite - I am guided by the light golden and so bright: the sun to all ignite.