Hands and feet still bleeding- Christ sensed the healing/ as w/in your gaze of mercy, Mary. Illuminated O mystical rose w/in a tall mesa of Summered clouds. Gathering silks a spider strains and in liberation strands flow whisper soft/ Standing at this lonely gate again-O world pretending, fallow words/ Days follow days into shattered illusion/ A collusion of self into forever or better Love entwines the vacant heart and Heaven breathes again-if only we believe w/in this lost season. O fair Autumn of our pale and sullen desires. Contemplation surety, First frost, Walnut willing, Rogue Mtn. Sky Chill of Summers ending. October 1997 Painting- Copyright T. Byron K. 1997