The Scriptures of The Visionary
It was the wet aromatic fingertips
With pulsing green plush pillows
That offered my private thoughts
A platform to dive into emeralds
Splashing among the paradigm
Shifting mirroring reflections
Among the hillside mountains & limbs
Cascaded by water falling jewels
Over the mossy cliff of infinitude
Is where I seen the truth chiseled in stones
And the scriptures of the visionary naiad…
Metaphorical Poetry: Victoria L. McColley