she
the one made of fume and ice
brought
the soul of the fish
as big as human
holding up in her arms
under full moon
to the beach of the ocean
her transparent ******
broadened the dark waters
to balance the embodiment
as she stood
ageless-straight
to bless and be blessed
by her gift
as flesh and blood
the wind
made of her long hair
blew
cosmic desire
awakened
across ahead
above
ripple glitter
an angel
made of
of light
hung
above
up
o the roughened
as if twilight
o the moonlight
reflected
the she
made of
or illusions
or of myths
same way
with a fish
in her arms
they exchanged
the yet not-materialized
in emotionless boldness
for a moment
that differentiates
upon acceptance
questionless
synchronous
for the grounding
of being
as for her
it was not possible to deliver and leave
she was made of her gift
as much as she was she
as much as fish was her creation
she came to the sea
she stays as she stands towards eternity
if not right
let rendered solemn
lithify
and salute
the exploit of its rhetoric
if right
let the deed be its myth
for the generations unborn
she made of wisdom
of her gift
she made of moon particle
started flowing towards
the reshaping
rocks to coral
coral to light
in bits and pieces
moment by moment
as wavelengths of
the angelic
faded like
the fading diamonds
along the fins and scales
of blue orange green
the flesh
the immaterial but real
rose the sea smell
for a joyous jump
a big salty splash
created by
a rush
of life
glitter recouped
at dawn
with a rising sun
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
she
the one made of fume and ice
brought
the soul of the fish
as big as human
holding up in her arms
under full moon
to the beach of the ocean
her transparent ******
broadened the dark waters
to balance the embodiment
as she stood
ageless-straight
to bless and be blessed
by her gift
as flesh and blood
the wind
made of her long hair
blew
cosmic desire
awakened
across ahead
above
ripple glitter
an angel
made of
of light
hung
above
up
o the roughened
as if twilight
o the moonlight
reflected
the she
made of
or illusions
or of myths
same way
with a fish
in her arms
they exchanged
the yet not-materialized
in emotionless boldness
for a moment
that differentiates
upon acceptance
questionless
synchronous
for the grounding
of being
as for her
it was not possible to deliver and leave
she was made of her gift
as much as she was she
as much as fish was her creation
she came to the sea
she stays as she stands towards eternity
if not right
let rendered solemn
lithify
and salute
the exploit of its rhetoric
if right
let the deed be its myth
for the generations unborn
she made of wisdom
of her gift
she made of moon particle
started flowing towards
the reshaping
rocks to coral
coral to light
in bits and pieces
moment by moment
as wavelengths of
the angelic
faded like
the fading diamonds
along the fins and scales
of blue orange green
the flesh
the immaterial but real
rose the sea smell
for a joyous jump
a big salty splash
created by
a rush
of life
glitter recouped
at dawn
with a rising sun
