An Ocean Of Flowers In Bloom

-An Ocean Of Flowers In Bloom-
by Keaton Foster



Surreal
Does it feel
Truth
So astute
But a few
See it
But a few
Embrace it
It’s there
Precise
And clear
Day
Or night
Light
Or darkness
In remains
Unchanged
It
A sea
Set in
Beautiful relief
Out of reach
But not
Out of sight
The waves
Stoic and true
The colors
Depths of blue
Deeper
Than any known
An ocean of flowers
In bloom
A few hundred miles
Inland
At the base
Of two mountains
One
Is called faith
The other
Is called reason
Between
In a valley
Perfectly laid
Onward
Endless
Does it seem
I stand here
Truer the man
And forward
The flow goes
Far beyond
My line of sight
Way past
Unrestricted view
Out there
Into the ether
Of perception
Out there
Beyond all
So very near
An ocean of flowers
In bloom
Painted by
A master
Created by
All thereafter
Set to colors
Vibrant and alive
Shapes fashioned
Not in specifics
But rather
As symbolism
Meant to be
Embraced
By the mind
Of anyone
And everyone
Meant to see
True is
As truth was
Faith is
As its been
All of it
The same
Yet much
Has changed
I feel new
Relieved
Free
I can see
What most can’t
Or should it be
Are prepared to
I am well aware
Of the beauty
Out there
In endless fields
Between
Perilous hills
Made mountains
Out there
Between ideas
Turned into
Solid foundations
Onward and forever
All that is goes
I can see it
Thus I now
Believe in it…


An Ocean Of Flowers In Bloom
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.