Art Museum

April Higney
The doors swing open,
the soft smells of fresh sage drift by,
pillars of white marble, smoky trails of gray,
ceilings raised high,
soft music captures the heart through the ear,
drawn into an adornment of history,
magically touched in softness and passion of color,
framed in oak and gold, a vision to see.

Following along up a twisting staircase,
wrapped in nature's singing decor,
windows bring in the sunlight's gaze or the moon.
the walls painted with brushes of crimson velvet to connect the eyes to much more,
the mood comforted, in the fountain's trickling sound,
each room time's greatest masterpieces held in care,
magically still alive in the artists' love after many a passing year,
this museum, framed in magnificence, for all to share.

Published by April Higney

A love for writing poetry for many years. Main concepts are based upon past/present/future struggles & issues of life and relationships, love and family. I am strongly passionate about entwining my heart & s...  View profile

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  • Sherri Thornhill8/1/2009

    I love art museums and I love burning sage:-) Nice poem!

  • Christine Bruness8/1/2009

    nicely done

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