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Amber Gaze

Poetry By: wolfgangluv

Turn not away from the beast with the amber gaze.

- Christina

Submitted:Feb 1, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Amber Gaze

Through to the depths of shimmering colour; wise eyes see that to which other are blind. Enraptured amongst endless shades of azure, bistre and saffron; a life of bold vibrancy beats at the heart of mire and woodlands.

No greater gift doth this vivacious energy bare than the gracefulness of its sway; an alluring movement of tempestuous peace, a medley of fire and ice. As with himself, he is one with the earth; roaming through a kingdom of leaves and rain, of light-hearted shadows and paths hiden by faded memories.

Receiving a sweet life, air caresses his throat, and reverbarating from mighty lungs; a humble breath and lurid roar. His coat, set ablaze by a shower of gold, reveals darkened impressions; splayed across his form like a labyrinth of intricacy.

On the back of zephyr, borne, the essence of life seeks solace in the gentle hum of his hearth. This land, a place of beating hearts, is home to the wonder of animals, the rush of streams through dust, and the steady dance of trees.

Upon the ground, trodden, have leaves been left in its wake; the crackle of their spirit resounding to all those who listen. Beneath a glorious power doth the slight twigs snap, as pug marks lead the way to a place of mystery; a haven all of its own, for his world is theirs and their world is his.

Infused within the very elemnts of his surroundings, there is calm; a subtle harmony enveloping the hidden passions within a gentle nature. Pulsating with a richness and lustre, like blood through veins, life flourishes in his wake, rivers beckon and call, skies brighten upon his slumber; left, and mountains bow down before him.

With poise he strides and in such a presence doth he exist; in this realm where simplicity is chaos and silence is sound, a place where the impossible is only so for some and where the ones who seek are those who tend to find.

Resonating a feeling of belonging, dreams of enternity and an aura of old souls; behold he; a majestic being of creation. Turn not away from the one that makes you fear, the one that keeps you still and the one thats gives you peace.

Turn not away from the beast with the amber gaze.

- Christina


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