Listen to My Divine Reflection by Richard Charles Stevens (Beyond Summer Suite)
Listen to Beyond Summer by Villano
My divine
Reflection
Reflection
Shining bright
Expression
.
Ignited by
Affection
No question
Rising high
Perfection
(Perfection)
.
Atop the jutted crag I sat
To oversee the suffered land
My hands were cracked like frigid ice
Rigid pines beneath me packed
So tightly I could scarcely see
The air between declared to breathe
Within them thick mists bared their teeth
Blew a kiss and glared at me
.
My divine
Reflection
Reflection
Shining bright
Expression
(Perfection)
.
Ignited by
Affection
No question
Rising high
Perfection
(Perfection)
.
Perched high upon the precipice
Permissed each whisper sparingly
Daring me to leap from summit
Plummet down despairingly
Incredulous such treachery necessitous to breed
Under veil of exodus of tenuous beliefs
.
I glanced both far and wide relied on yarn dyed from the forehand side
To where the coarse sand snatched the tides
In offhand bid to match their rise
My line of sight no short hand sized
In cursive blur deferred no prize
For blind faith fashioned enterprise
Bid hind sight to the fays
.
My divine
Reflection
Reflection
Shining bright
Expression
(Perfection)
.
Ignited by
Affection
No question
Rising high
Perfection
(Perfection)
(Perfection)
.
The ventured skies my wide eyes glazed
Tween slender spires in kind appraised
Brisk the frisk of tidal waves
Listless were their spiteful claims
Nowise kissed affright for no blight slighted my behave
Through light and shade in braid of twine
Precisely I became
.
To the mystic river famed
I swooped through loophole of disdain
Flew to husk of the terrain
Embraced the musk of earth reclaimed
My trusted eyes retouched the plains
Teardrops gushed from ruptured veins
With upward gaze of daisy chains
To no grave slight inclined
Revivified this terra firma firmed beneath my greaves
Once more adored the veins of leaves
Relieved each spore of ancient bind
(Perfection)
Relieved each spore of ancient bind
.
Atop the jutted crag I sat
To praise the lay of fragrant land
My open palms no grope of psalm conveyed
(Perfection)
Through wild tirade had claimed my place
Of forward faced intention
Delighting brave of my divine reflection
.
My divine
Reflection
Reflection
Shining bright
Expression
(Perfection)
.
Ignited by
Affection
No question
Rising high
Perfection
(Perfection)
.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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I won’t sleep because this nugget is stuck in my head 🎶
Love this simple line:
“Through light and shade in braid of twine
Precisely I became”
We have often talked about how no matter how dark moments in our lives, etc etc are, there is always light present. Something you told me a long time ago which has stuck with me as a gentle nudge of encouragement. You give light to all 💚
What precious words to read, dear Mouse. 💚
I’ve been working hard on my choruses and melodies this week. Beginning to make the transititon from spoken word to sung verse. Of course, I’ll always love speaking my verse, but singing appears another arrow for my quiver. And I owe the arrows to all the beautiful belief I have about me. Yours has been unshakable and has reminded me I can and I jolly well shall.
Love you to the moon in a monsoon.
You’re as breathtaking as the lyric sections of on Underworld’s Born Slippy, incredible breath control and now that smooth singing. You have the confidence and self belief that Bermondsey born legend Tommy Steele had throughout his career. He never stopped believing and strived to be his best and proved it. And you do exactly that too 💎
I’m dancing in a monsoon 🌈