Harp Corps:

[AquarianM]

Harp Corps:

A vision,
A dream,
A dark red sky,
Immolated in wings of pristine white,
I hear refrains of harmonica,
Powerful as to shatter cities,
Like crystalline glass toys,
Halos searing troubled eyes,
Peering through hearts like cosmic rays,
Carrying the most powerful devices,
Words upon ears,
Softly blistering a conscience at a time,
Upon the ground heavy burdens born,
As souls vanish in flashes of holy light,
To join the flock of immolating white wings,
Lock, stock, and barrel they are gone,
Above they join in all souls' song,
The weight of the world just a flyspeck,
Before the creeping light,
Existing at the edge of creation,
Moves ever closer and brighter,
The musical crescendo builds,
Plays your body into enforced arousing contemplation,
As life tries to go on in the face of eternity,
Infinite force and infinite resistance,
Lend a shrieking pressure,
Soprano Angel's crystalline victim standing intact,
A hair split from Heaven or Hell.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/13/2001

[poeticpiers]

Perhaps my friend we are already immortal just not ready yet to go on ahead and become part of the music of the spheres

[willowdown]

now I have terrible visions of Liberace as the Angel of Death

ok - wrong instrument

perhaps Harpo Marx...

[Elle Rush]

Ahhh... the age-old battle, and yet I, too feel it is close to conclusion. Beautiful writing. I could hear echoes of music in the air.

[AquarianM]

Thank you, all three of you. This one is waaaay back from my second year of writing poetry. I honestly have no idea where some of these concepts come from - but it was worth writing down.

Dan