fauxcroft

Pomegranate texture

On a helix coil,

An orange blossom scent

Drifts over as we toil,

Honeysuckle climbing

Up a lattice structure,

I hear the musical flow

From an artistic conductor,

And my soul resonates light,

And my heart pulses love,

And my mind

creates subconscious images,

So sublime

From over the astral divide

Constructed by my spiritual side,

That fills my senses with colours, textures and smells,

Of this beautiful life.