a study toward sonnet #634 by FisherKingKQJ
To batten down misfortune is to reinforce
The said bad luck; and to live on disease
Is to stockpile sickness into reigning source;
Love's karma cannot please or displease.
Apart feet, arms outcrooked in baffled pleas
At shoulder height, palms balancing the skies,
I feel a white lighball my optic cord now seize
And radiant healing light toward you flies.
I feel now white darts of minuscule size
Flow down my neck, my elbows, out my palms
Swirl round you, caress pain in your eyes,
Spin photokinetic white cloaks and balms.
My love, that your pain unspoken vanish,
I think your eyes free of blurry varnish.
(Chorus)
My love, that your pain unspoken vanish. SPADES
My love, that your pain unspoken disappear. CLUBS
My love, that your pain unspoken end. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 50 minutes}