Almost-color in the clouds–
dark ghosts–that blush-tipped feathers
wing away, the dreams that linger
~in the after-winds of time~
we watch the fire-heart of the sky
dazzle us with flower-flames–
singing songs of a thousand ifs
~in a shimmering symphony~
the heavens dance,
giant birds soar, their iridescent splendor a-flight,
traveling home, bright jewels in the night.
A double puente, which probably isn’t a form, from my Saturday morning collaboration with the Oracle. I’ve been having a hard time focusing the last couple of days, so I’m taking it. And Redon, of course.