The Ethereal World
The Heavens of North has flowers blessed with joined palms
The sea of blues and gold, A beauty of Nymphaea’s that floats in to a fantastical era
Voices of unheard whistles deep inside and fears of adornment
“These lips and the eyes of the loved and the lover”
Perhaps Morris’s devotion lived beneath the darkest sea of light
Even the inky walls are filled with white clouds
Matters of mere Concerns are graved underneath the depths of despair
Those eyes as bright, were once seen with a midnight sky
Grazing time and has twinkles to a branded life
Angels and devils destiny unseen only wished a jovial spirts down beneath.
© Waverywaves
The sea of blues and gold, A beauty of Nymphaea’s that floats in to a fantastical era
Voices of unheard whistles deep inside and fears of adornment
“These lips and the eyes of the loved and the lover”
Perhaps Morris’s devotion lived beneath the darkest sea of light
Even the inky walls are filled with white clouds
Matters of mere Concerns are graved underneath the depths of despair
Those eyes as bright, were once seen with a midnight sky
Grazing time and has twinkles to a branded life
Angels and devils destiny unseen only wished a jovial spirts down beneath.
© Waverywaves