The Long Fermata

The long fermata, an artist’s feather,
with every subtle touch, it caresses the air;
Such light air breathes, of joyful wisdom,
the scent of lavender, calm and fair;

Beauty of Demeter, in autumn she gifts,
of golden leaves, and flourishing honey;
Praise thy nature, shall we not rejoice?
of work of life, an eternal affair. 

The long fermata, an artist’s feather,
with every subtle touch, she caresses the air;
Such light air breathes, of rosary sorrows,
when Luna rises, she hears silent tears;

Persephone my child, how sinful such deed!
be fruit autumn gifts, yet winter it sees;
Oh dear lonely child, your voice they hail the earth,
it shatters the mortal hearts, of life of art.

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Published in: on 15/10/2012 at 8:09 PM  Leave a Comment