Jul 2015
Circle of smoke and fire up high
winds of the late eve
dispersing, crimson tiara
of gulls and gusts
Captive bubble, I saw tears
on your cheeks, and let you free
oh the transient beauty
that exploded
tears on my cheeks
Sing peans to the upturned life,
possibilities skimming past
endless the stream of thoughts
that rush by the little selves
that rise and ebb in the vast
go go, Gustav free, setting clouds on fire.
winds of the late eve
dispersing, crimson tiara
of gulls and gusts
Captive bubble, I saw tears
on your cheeks, and let you free
oh the transient beauty
that exploded
tears on my cheeks
Sing peans to the upturned life,
possibilities skimming past
endless the stream of thoughts
that rush by the little selves
that rise and ebb in the vast
go go, Gustav free, setting clouds on fire.
Gustav is a popular European name meaning 'Staff of the Gods' , I guess, in a metaphoric sense, as an instrument of the Gods, or the dispenser of destiny. Here open to interpretations - I use it in the sense of lightning, or flash insight, setting thoughts free
