12-31-2015, 09:56 AM
Revision of Revision #3
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
I find my way home:
delighted in ovals, lost circles,
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear.
Revision of Revision #2
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
You guide me
against waves and
illuminate fog so that I
may find my way.
Delighted in ovals, lost circles
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear
is where I am home.
Revision of Revision #1
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
Your lighthouse over a craggy cliff
guides my ship against choppy waves,
pierces opaque fog so that I
may dock in our harbor, home
to gaze into your colorful kaleidoscope
lost in a circle, delighted in an oval,
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear.
Original (original title, A Journey)
Through the arch of a brow
is a world of geometry:
in the heated expanding center
passions,
in the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity,
the beam
love warm and illuminating.
A lighthouse on a craggy cliff
guides a ship to dock in the harbor
and I am home.
Slight Tweaking of the Original (One I am most happy with)
Under the arch of a brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity,
the beam
love warm and illuminating.
A lighthouse on a craggy cliff
guides a ship to dock in the harbor
and I am home.
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
I find my way home:
delighted in ovals, lost circles,
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear.
Revision of Revision #2
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
You guide me
against waves and
illuminate fog so that I
may find my way.
Delighted in ovals, lost circles
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear
is where I am home.
Revision of Revision #1
Under the arch of brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity;
the beam,
love warm and illuminating.
Your lighthouse over a craggy cliff
guides my ship against choppy waves,
pierces opaque fog so that I
may dock in our harbor, home
to gaze into your colorful kaleidoscope
lost in a circle, delighted in an oval,
sad to ever see a crescent leak a tear.
Original (original title, A Journey)
Through the arch of a brow
is a world of geometry:
in the heated expanding center
passions,
in the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity,
the beam
love warm and illuminating.
A lighthouse on a craggy cliff
guides a ship to dock in the harbor
and I am home.
Slight Tweaking of the Original (One I am most happy with)
Under the arch of a brow
is a world of geometry:
within the heated expanding center
passions,
through the pigmented light
a soul,
in the focus
intellectual curiosity,
the beam
love warm and illuminating.
A lighthouse on a craggy cliff
guides a ship to dock in the harbor
and I am home.
"Write while the heat is in you...The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with." --Henry David Thoreau