The Resurrected Night
Dream’s imagination, place of grace,
luminous prism of delight,
where invisible spirits shadow
over ecstasy when blazing bright.
Innocence corrupts experience,
searching two real eyes our fate’s flight
Changes with presents of destiny
remains still and beams Eternal Light.
With illusion in our possession,
in the mirror of human insight,
dancing Infinity’s rhapsody,
we traverse the resurrected night.
© Justin R. Hart
Response to our Inspiration Call on April 10, 2017
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