THE SUN

BY RICHARD OWENS

Decorate the page
with eternal words
	of eons gone
	vocals in this
eternal impermanence
sent as messages in letters
combining messily, I let her
guide my writing hand, the Sun
golden within as radiant immense
	angled emanations
	fangled in new sentences
words of transcendence
straddling the barrier between
the edges of the world
and blossom of your lips
humming a vibrato waveform
benefit externalize the mind
mazed in hedges
of linguistic reflections
in a sense
	bless my hand
with the light of sentiment | RDO

RICHARD OWENS IS FINDING MEANING THROUGH POETRY. HIS WISH IS OTHER MAY FIND MESSAGE HE PRODUCES THROUGH HIS WORK.