in the purple-blue, and star-glittering night
yellow swirls shot across the sky
and the black tip-topping trees, swayed.
i learned, standing
in the sweeping grass of that bruise-colored
gem-bright night
of dreams.
i dreamed
of rain, and of blue wind
of soft meadows, and of driving sieges
of oceans rolling over yellow sunset-dappled beaches
and of birds, wheeling.
in the falling sparkling yellow, of that purple-blue night
i spread out my arms, tilted up my face
and twirled in the whispering waist-high grass
twirled
until the stars were golden halos over me
and the purple-blood sky was reeling
and the grass rushed up to meet my back
and i laid there, breathing, and i laughed.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 8:59 PM UTC
in the purple-blue, and star-glittering night
yellow swirls shot across the sky
and the black tip-topping trees, swayed.
i learned, standing
in the sweeping grass of that bruise-colored
gem-bright night
of dreams.
i dreamed
of rain, and of blue wind
of soft meadows, and of driving sieges
of oceans rolling over yellow sunset-dappled beaches
and of birds, wheeling.
in the falling sparkling yellow, of that purple-blue night
i spread out my arms, tilted up my face
and twirled in the whispering waist-high grass
twirled
until the stars were golden halos over me
and the purple-blood sky was reeling
and the grass rushed up to meet my back
and i laid there, breathing, and i laughed.
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