Citadels race in luminous grace. <br />Gold and free-formed by water whisked up, <br />Into blue mist, like souls without weight. <br /> <br />Beauty runs flame through the mountain base. <br />And as her horsemen spur their gallops, <br />Citadels race in luminous grace. <br /> <br />Into blue mist, like souls without weight, <br />Flowing, clear blood builds castles above. <br />Not one vapor shall be put to waste. <br /> <br />My one tongue kneels, the eyes control taste. <br />When following rising turtle doves, <br />Into blue mist, like souls without weight. <br /> <br />The chariots halt- A light is cut. <br />Yet in my memories, and in us- <br />Citadels race in luminous grace, <br />Into blue mist, like souls without weight.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elegy-to-all-of-the-sky/
