An American Prayer Part II

In the rich meadow there lieth in the early morning dew

Still who knew ?

The falter of the static over the waves of the radio,

A face with gnashing of teeth then lined the fine pages,

Within the solace of time,

Our destiny was uncovered..,

A wanderer is wile then in search of beautiful colored flowers

We melted in search of ivy dew to ponder,

Lighted ambiance of soft yet hidden decor,

The in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts menagerie,

A soft decor filled with vile grades of mortification,

The darkened castle still stands in the midst !

Although for now only vainly lit

As a clear passage of light but softened decor flourished !

Making through the timeless ambiance of the given moment intact !

Immaculate !

Yet not really a socialite ?