Poetry On His Wings

The world is full of Poetry—the air 
Is living with its spirit; and the waves 
Dance to the music of its melodies, 
And sparkle in its brightness. 
Earth is veiled, 
And mantled with its beauty; and the walls, 
That close the universe, with crystal, in, 
Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim 
The unseen glories of immensity... 
~ James G. Percival


~ 
As the sunset as His guide

He colored in the wings

of the Blackbird
~
my words