From the Soul of the Magi

 

From the soul of the magi I speak,

Conjuring words that forms tilling matter,

What shall come upon the one loved Son.

I present these lines for my joy, peace, and art.

Knowing ideas to be, passion blooming a happy heart.

Yet what more could I ask God to attract to thee,

How about a smile from the sea to me.

Believing I created a whole new being, 

For mind to be seeing. 

From the soul of the magi, I speak,

Words conjured to till dominant matter instinct.

What shall rise for the one loved Son,

Lines etching joy, peace, and art be done.

Knowing ideas take form, passion blooms,

A happy heart in life’s cast rooms.

Yet, what more could I ask to appear?

Perhaps a smile from the sea, to here.

Believing my creating shapes the view,

A whole new being brought into you.

For the mind, a spark, a world to see,

Art Baby Blue, this is my gift of me.