Queen of Cups {upturned} by Will Dockery

i guess i'd say this next:

through a glass darkly i saw:
lights blinking,
and a fog so intense that:

well, what would the gods say?

innocence being the sweetest gift,
i suppose that Athena would bless
Dionysius's ashes forward in

whatever splendor might be found.

In the heavens as the skies firsr praised
and gave thanks for the steady hand of
Constantine;

as some Lions never salved the Christians;
and as,

breathe was given to every pilot's wife who ever
lived and breathed:

Because of this:

Beauty is incarnate in the valley of the Soul.
Beauty is believable.
Love goes on.


--
Linda Scheimann
Co-Coordinator, Washington Co. WIGenWeb Project
http://www.rootsweb.com/~wiwashin/

Beautiful poetry, Linda... where are you, these days?
Will