A Living Nova

A story that had once rested in stone

Has become the tattooed scars that I now bear, and glorify

So the world may witness a tale of true beauty

For this holy creed of elegance

That is stained with your untouched grace

Has alter the words that are embedded within the book of life

As a dogma to my own blinded belief

Together with one that holds the appel of spring

Therefore with my idle time

Do I sit, and Idolize your idealistic image

With my ideals that invokes the ideology

Of such a sacred sighted idol

And who is to say that the convection

That was once written on the keystone of my heart

Has not the same covenant  

As the doctrine that has been etched within the diamond incrusted sky

For with these markings

That I now symbolically wear as an emblem of faith

Will I be left cursed with the blessings of a goddess

She who walks among the divine
As a living nova unto men.

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur
( Even to God is it hard to love, and to be wise at the same time.)

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~