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The White Iris
The Iris danced across
the ancient Grecian skies. Gliding with her
embossed satiny milken sides.
Her lithe and nimble limbs moved methodically...
From her cream white petals to her supple stem. The nectar that she carried was transposed into a hymn.
"I must use my moments wisely, for they shall soon pass away... And be lost to me forever... A mere memory of my yesterdays...
"Thus she sung
And thus she cried.
Her voice set to harp
And lyre. So true a call
So true a heart did Zeus himself see...
"Come now unto
Mt Olympus
Oh white Iris,
And our announcer be"...
She floated along
In such a curving grace...
Transposed she was
In time and space...
The blessed arched path
Which she did go,
Became the journey for
All our eternal rainbows.
Copyright 2008
By The Muse
(For Tam, White Iris Designs)
the ancient Grecian skies. Gliding with her
embossed satiny milken sides.
Her lithe and nimble limbs moved methodically...
From her cream white petals to her supple stem. The nectar that she carried was transposed into a hymn.
"I must use my moments wisely, for they shall soon pass away... And be lost to me forever... A mere memory of my yesterdays...
"Thus she sung
And thus she cried.
Her voice set to harp
And lyre. So true a call
So true a heart did Zeus himself see...
"Come now unto
Mt Olympus
Oh white Iris,
And our announcer be"...
She floated along
In such a curving grace...
Transposed she was
In time and space...
The blessed arched path
Which she did go,
Became the journey for
All our eternal rainbows.
Copyright 2008
By The Muse
(For Tam, White Iris Designs)




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