Sitting atop Gods beautiful mountain, I had a visionary dream.. <br />I know not where she came from, but saw her moving along <br />through the orchards in the morning, and along the roads <br />throughout the day.. Planting and plucking wisdom like oranges.. <br />She carried the sun in a small basket behind her eyes.. <br />She spoke through them on planes of light.. I saw her from a <br />distance, as she spoke about nature to me thru a screen of <br />flowers.. She painted indelible words on the canvas of my mind.. <br />She made magic pictures out of the frames of reason.. <br />She wove music out of the sounds of being.. I was bound for hours <br />in the fine fabric of her aura.. I tried, at best, to capture her soul, <br />as I began to scetch her mysterious image in my mind.. <br />But at twilight she began to fade, and by evening she was gone <br />Leaving only a memory.<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-distance-5/
