Thru misty morning
dimly in trees
a House There is Gleaming
thawing the Freeze.
A House of Eight Gables
(the extra one Risen)
the stamp of Forever
broadcast to the lost.
The mist speaks of Avalon
Camelot too
but the House that is Gleaming
shines there more True.
It speaks of our Healing.
It speaks of our Hope.
A House that is Gleaming
shall cut every rope.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Don’t normally like poems that rhyme, but this one I do ❤
There is a real discipline that releases something when I get into this mode, and enforce that discipline.
So…in light of that, have you solved the riddle of Nothing Rhymes Orange?
Nope. I got nuthin’…
Soo, of course it all rhymes except around orange, and it examines how revisionist history smears incredibly intricate and diverse interactions that were lived in comparative depth and dimension stood next to the painting that is all orange… And doesn’t rhyme.
Read it again ❤