The Moon Choir Poem by Robert Rittel

Your sensuous light provides the ecstacy of gloom,
setting those pastures in peace in gentle bloom.
Landcapes in enchanted texture with halo edges,
visible silence streching the shiny earthy padges.
The dark blue with sparkles of hope of gleams,
promises for the ultimate enlighten dreams.
Those lights of spirits the sanctuary in my eyes,
the cathedral of compassion solemnize.
The choirs echoes touching my spine as sense of therapy,
closing my eyes to complete this serenity.
The lavitation of the mental phantom moves illumined,
capturing the celestial conscious quantum perfectly refined.
The image of your sacred presence as memory vale,
the trust and faith which cannot fail.
Oh sweet voices of divine ascent,
giving the vault of souls the purpose bent.
As the hues of morning light changing the melody,
the birds in ectasy extending the harmony.