About The Blog

Arthor Journer is my pen name.
"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.
In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Messenger Of Hope

She sat in a corner ashamed of her humble countenance
Succumbing to the shadows that vale unseen power
But the flash of light offers a glimpse a glance
Of the beauty she beheld like a rare precious flower
The music filled the atmosphere with such kind grace
Even clouds began to dance in the evening sky
Yet her laughter was the most melodic sound in the place
That amused the stars and caught the moon’s eye
The summer breeze tickled her hair with each breath
Even roses began to undress the lilacs became nude
Life from seeds was rebirth from a land of death
While she peaked behind her hands in her safe solitude
She sat next to a tree camouflaged by the flowing leaves
Hiding from prying eyes and hands looking for a date
Yet in the borders of her heart she groans and grieves
For love and peace appear to be so desolate
Such torture to watch lovers dancing in the moonlight
Like a sinner forced to face a priest or pope
But her heart bids for her to stay this night
The gentle evening offers a messenger of hope

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