r/The_Art_Eclectic

ROSES heavy, full of bloom,
BENEATH A tinted, cloud-filled splume,
MELTING like a strawberry cream,
With SKY azure poking in between.

The tide returns what time has kept,

Where ancient stones and shadows slept.

Upon the Shore of Forgotten Prayers,

The sunset burns through salt-thick air.

"The door to the invisible must be visible." — René Daumal