Geodesic domes are rising in my mind,
Interlocking in a way I can no longer find.
Slowly resolving their differences in quiet contemplation,
Their peace enhanced by the lack of confrontation.
Drifting on the silent breeze, exchanging their ideas with
ease,
Their uniform complexity giving air to wonderful diversity.
Reflecting crystals deny the night, forming cliffs of
unattainable height.
This scene to a sudden fall is rolling, as the domes are all
suddenly falling.
With sounds of unraveled longing, twinkling fragments
desperately calling.
No sound is left to bind them hard, adhesives lost, the tone
is marred.
A key must be found, to save this composition,
A note so pure it defies all opposition.
For if this harmony to its former glory can be restored,
Ere is aired its final accord,
The souls of men in peace shell dwell,
Their goals as clear as morning bell.
For in this geodesic revelry, all beauty can be plain to
see.
And sight unmarred a blessing be, for all those seeking
valid company.
A note of beauty to be heard, through harmonies both new and
old,
And symphonies of untold bliss, forever bless a lover's
kiss.