clear streams of water
pour over cliffs
small isles of land
feels like I am showered
with love's healing streams
Wedgewood blue skies lay above
let me know I am alive
paint me a new picture
of what lies ahead
it's a new day
long gone are grey clouds
aching hurricanes of pain
no longer downhearted
peacock-blue peeks through
my future is all in aqua
and brilliant feathered hues
an aquamarine ocean waves me on
eddies whirling me around

cello stored in an attic
wood polished to a high sheen
but fingers that used to strum strings
have gone to haunted orbs
with Adelaide of pink pearlescent shades
in her changeling vapors
rising up past frets that once held
her cello-strings tightened
and tuned up to play dulcet notes
upon her instrument of darkened wood

she moans with wrenching sighs
longing to hold what she loved the best
fever took her to a distant place
separated her from the music she loved
and from her cello that knew
the touch of her fingers so well
I am beside you she whispers
at night to a sheet draping her cello
you will never belong
with anyone else except me

awakening beneath
a pale yellow Sun
the hidden stars of daytime
sip champagne
in clear cups
then start to wobble
back and forth
these shy ecru stars
give drunken whispers
inhale chartreuse air bubbles
and fizzle
laugh at the antics
performed in
the stars' drunken state
velvet and chamois
painted on the edges
of a now tipsy Moon
cloak and dagger beams
hidden in the creamed blush
of lemon squares
make funny faces
at the **** flavor
of lemon meringue pies
and try to keep the earth
from spinning around