Synesthesia: ( Sonnet)

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.