My Poetry

Painted Veil

Glory moves within its painted veil
Shining still in shapes and shifting subtleties
Nuanced as its bright expressions
Hidden to those eyes that see
Or hear its sweet melodic tunes
Songs conceived in beauty’s glow
Brightly lighting in its lilting notes
Rising to majestic heights and swimming in the soothing lows
Beyond the realm of felt vibrations
Swirling in the Maker’s worlds
Dressed in matter’s aging, dying life
Carrying the heavens’ everlasting song