Ambrosian Dance
To my children...
Delicate
touch reveals angels' sighs. Visions of
heaven pierce the well-worn heart; smattering its
cornucopia of effervescent flavour amid chaos, as inno-
cence breeds its magnificent aroma. Mount Olympus knows no
heights in His brilliance. Spectrum of radiance and love burnishes
their composition. Exquisitely sculptured fingers held--entrusted in my
own. Forever longing to intercept time's perennial extension. Truly, as
chariots charge toward their apogee, rumours of wild intentions split in
two, raising the gauntlet; borne of a visceral tangent, that mothers bare
upon their breasts. Primitive dissension capsizes the human ego.
Lucid struggles swim unwillingly against the tide. Profound reverence stirs
up contemptuous reserve. Worldly speculation, defeated in euphoric
glory...long awaited. Semantics swirl in human reflection...quietly
consuming irrelevant fears. Cherubic designs introduced into signifi-
cant spaces...remedying eons of mortal confusion. Calibration of
life and breath weigh indifferently on the scale. Whispering an
enigma of what is to come. Consummation of love denies
her predator of time. Stirring julienned melodies, carving
sagacious amulets upon my soul. Beautiful child, you
are a thrill to my heart and the sprite of my soul. I
knew not who I was before I knew you. You
tempt my senses beyond recognition.
You've paved my footpath and
coloured my skies with amber,
fuchsia and gold, waterfalls
and fairies, rainbows
and God's rays.
This issue,
does
your
char-
acter ema-
nate. Resound-
ing reverberation of the
ocean's swill, no sweeter than
the voice that you have brought to
this earth.
