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Pure as ancient snowflakes, the cosmic river flows
never once to change direction
never once to slow
teaching not of disaffection
flawless since innate conception
earthly show rebirthed from one immaculate connection

 

striving for exception to the rules of game known only to objectify affection
divinity abides when dropped behind each imperfection
mortal coils hold not the spoils for which our souls outgrow their toils
when ventured forth precaution free with purity of essence
essentially the land and sea and all the in-between
when seen through eyes that bless the soil
caress the ocean breeze for every hopeful dream foreseen
set scene serene of noble trees
and every wildflower grown from bones of trust—our oaken beams
is woven through the reeds, while fireflies roam the creek devotedly
where open streams speak dreamlike theme declared of romantique

 

Pure as ancient snowflakes, the cosmic river flows
when genuine devotion makes a no-show of the notion
there’s no place left for charity than home
something gives less when the only voice we’re hearing is our own
seeking out the undertone to words of no such chaperone
should never need to feel as though alone
should never need reveal a side disguised each time it’s shown
should never lower tone to dress the tempo of unkindness
should never once resort to darkened desperation—violence
should never gather weapons in event of non-compliance
forever weather storms
forever gain form through the quiet

 

ultimate quiet enlists hearts of two, long-bewitched
should arteries commit, seven years extends no itch
thence careworn whispers fall silent
striving for perception through true eyes that glide the tides of pure conception
divinity abides without obligatory mention
should it simply be
principally it simply is
thus, we treasure kiss by simple means through ever leisured lips

 

Pure as ancient snowflakes, the cosmic river flows
never once to change direction
never once to slow
teaching not of disaffection
flawless since innate conception
earthly show is birthed from one immaculate connection
once mystic river finds its flow
once we find the safe place known
as Home

 

 

 

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Richard Charles Stevens

 

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

 

 

 

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