Can one dream of
Star chases streaks. Of
Bolt. Lightnings.
Ripe amethysts glory
Prudent of a rush of sun
Golden shine.
Then sit gently upon
The green blades
Tender asking forgiveness
To every god goddess breeze
Bird winged angel dove
Pray
Like life depends on it
To the dust
To the green blue sea
Echoed
On every
Eye if every
Cloud
Could sing