Born in a dazzle of smoke and ice,
time travelers dancing to the rhythms of the universe,
their songs hold secrets, a symphony un-tongued,
but felt and heard in the wind–
of life, death,
and a longing for love—
the music of lust and light,
why, and if only—
we turn away, when we should linger,
waiting for the storms to end,
and watching for dawn to come, laughing
waking the morning blooms.
My Saturday collaboration with the Poetry Oracle.