In lines and curves
in light and shadows
in brilliant and muted colors,
you entice the spirit to explore
what lies beneath your surface.
My eager soul drinks in your glory.
As if it pours from the Holy Grail
and tastes of Buddha tears,
sweet as honey nursed from the sun
and salty, churned the ocean’s floor.
In your beauty you are both seen
and felt. You seduce, blind to your grace.
Your admirers loll unfurled on your altar
with love’s confession on their tongue.
To celebrate the first #OLN at the dVerse Pub of 2014.