Muse From The Adriatic
Liquid colors abound and astound
lining a wall from ceiling to ground!
Descriptions of Egyptian purples and Velvets of Italian red and blue!
Dreams of Etruscan urns and pottery painted with such hues
within cages of potion sprays locked by key and sealed
with squares to release the aires that hold their feilds!
As I enter the Colossal Arena of Wood and Steel,
she passes with ease and zeal
and as she smiles, she makes my heart stomp miles
(It allows the Sun to breathe a shine
and birth Time’s Reason and Rhyme!)
with every breathe I inhale and cast upon the shadows
She holds the color of the skies within her eyes!
Painted mosaics upon my fields of Perception!
What a WAY to start my DAY!
For she is an angel in this Factory Arena
Within a dirt world, there is no 0ne cleaner
Sunlight bows to her every step:
Fractals of Essences make me a dreamer
within waking life as I shy from her smile
all the while I dance with colors with no compare
to her creative lightheartedness, her Muse-like vapours
Upon my hearts Garden, she is a Lantana
Bob spoke of Visions of Johanna
Yet, I utter her name so much like whisper,
as to not lose its Mana
Amicus tuus omnes esse volo, Latina dea
