Ron Koppelberger
In Heaven’s Grasp
Exhaling the mystery of silhouettes in charade, in discerning
Revolutions of beauty and bliss, the affectionate dream,
Sleeping with the desires of everlasting
Love and passionate shadows craving kisses
And almond eyed storms of fire, branded by the charm of a simmering
Brew and rare rippling sensation of ecstasy, kaleidoscopes
In passing rite and grateful glee, given unto the source
Of reveling reveries’ and borne confessions in
Twilight ink, in unspoiled betrothal, a sky spattered
By the fireflies held in heaven’s grasp and caught raging
The evening-tide age.
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