Leaden summer skies filled with swifts and swallows
Skipping over the hedgerows
Fresh cool air on my face like a linen sheet
Purple grass , of gossamer clouds at my feet
Sun horizon boiling illuminates the oaks
casting orange clouds
As fierce as the forge at the hands of creation
A still, still air of silence cloaks
The moon , a slit of light
Suspended in the blue
Like a crack in a door,
Inviting us to the other side
Bright shafts , beaming the invitation, as before.
Knowing not where it leads
Generations wonder
What’s behind the glimmer
The Siren silver , pulling me in
Through the feather crescent .
Drenching shimmer forever present.
Ever above is, ever below,
The moons ghostly shadow has us in tow,
Draws us in to its shine
Like tides of endless time forth and back
Mystery of what’s behind the silver sabre crack.
03/07/2022 00:05-00:40
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