Synesthesia: ( Sonnet)
I want to hear the singing of pure light
That soothes the lamentations of angels.
I want to see wild dreams of butterflies
That spread out across summer\'s greenest realms.
I want to taste fresh colours of April
And feel the fragility of rainbows,
When I\'m reposed and my mind is still.
O I want to embrace the inner glow
Of visions and then guide the slow arrows
Of Time! I want to imbibe the fragrance
Of flowered Grace, so Being\'s seeds can grow.
And I want to know how vital gods dance
To create their miracles from chaos.
With that said, poetry\'s my joy and cross.