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by Geoffrey Phillips

Sunshine
fills my room
from behind grey clouds
with white plumes,
moving slowly across
my consciousness,
the silvered birch shivers
in the breeze that gently touches
branches where raindrops hang
and a blackbird sings
a symphony among
the sparkling diadems,
a sonnet, secret,
with joyful
sounding words
unknown to me,
falls to the ground
from a broken heart,
and as he flies away
he shakes,
his spirit resonates,
a thousand coloured tears
fall from the branch
onto the cold earth
where love lays sleeping,
and in a world of endless
dreams and tantasies
inspires the crystal
of my mind
imagination stirs
blind faith
and pure white
invisible light
becomes a
Rainbow.

geoffrey c. phillips
fecit
28th March 2001

Copyright © 2001, Geoffrey Phillips