Drifting long scents
fierce delicious sugar maples
quake to powdery snow echoes.

Inside no time zone
my thunder eye awe.

Razor feelings
lit electric,

intense nails
slicing up old disgusting letters.

"Breathe easy."
My dead friend says.

"The Canyon Palace is no longer Frozen."

All I know are hungry screams
  begging for
another angelic visitation.

Emerald streams into vast pools.
Her dreams swim there.
Mine are reborn.

Let us touch at least once
  before we turn back into stars.

I never felt compassion like you before, until your breeze swept it back into my pages.

All words died.

One Golden tear from your eyes
blazed my name with yours.

My quaking meadow scream
mellowed into pure
moonlight silence.

Everything I knew
throw it away.

Bring to me
  clean wonder,

oceans full of violet knives
  stabbing my haunted head.

How did I ever doubt it?

Grow more shores.
Talk clouds.
Scream rain.

Blaze into One Final Ripple
where a million frantic words

rise up
at once,

not to be written
but known and felt
in radiant light,

when alignment hits
  and thunder awes
into whispers.