The light does bring forth life <br />darkness is only temporary <br />meant for us to rest our selves. <br />shrug off yesterdays difficulties <br />for the morrows light brings us <br />new hope in most difficult things <br />Yet the white rose fragrance <br />indearing to me brings forth <br />the sculpture of all pure things <br />for I have at a young age long tranceded <br />this mortal shell en cased it seems <br />that I am in.For the purity of that which it is <br />when you gaze upon it's leaves <br />indelibity blue printed <br />to pass on to others <br />which you will <br />if but left to tend the garden <br />by those whom know <br />the secrets of that upon <br />which we are all intitled to <br />but only for the lack of sight without eyes <br />to hear with out ears, to taste that which you smell <br />and so those two scenses are intertwined <br />to feel with out touching, an impath <br />pure and simple...yet with dignity <br />and as such we must treat all others as well......<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathed-in-pillars-of-light/
