Image Poem by Mark Trajano

Define the essence of this figure
burned from the ashes to be pure.
The white dove flies along the view,
chose a path of red, green or blue.
Leaving a trace withered not by age,
neither by season’s pass’r sands of rage.
Continuing the flight to stars
image is like that of pillars.
Connect with the great minds of many,
have steady heart for roads get misty.
Reach for the life admired like jewels,
do not be dismayed by mere farewells.