*
"... Come,
catch her."
Rising;
anew
from glowing
ashes.
Buffeted;
by the hollow
of her
shoulders.
Swirling;
amidst sweet
handfuls,
gently
blown,
from the
cherries
pinkest
boughs*.
Wings spread;
"Do you see them?"
Flying
again...
Off
grid
without
a course.
Wild
sparks,
follow her tail
across an
ever brightening
sky*.
Let
her fire
burn
your eyes.
*Watch,*
as her tears
heal your
pain.
*Reach out,*
&
touch
each
silver lining
as
she
takes
You
dancing
freely
on a
breeze...
Floating
deliciously,
with
nimble
fae;
Spun,
in the
wisps of
tiptoeing
spiders.
Dizzy
together
(now)
with the sound
of their sweet
laughter.
~Open~
in
a sky of
blossom &
sparks.
~At One~
as
All
around,
she hears, quite
... unmistakeably ...
~for the sake of mischief~
whispered softly, with
each bluster.
*"Do you hear it too?"
*
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
*
"... Come,
catch her."
Rising;
anew
from glowing
ashes.
Buffeted;
by the hollow
of her
shoulders.
Swirling;
amidst sweet
handfuls,
gently
blown,
from the
cherries
pinkest
boughs*.
Wings spread;
"Do you see them?"
Flying
again...
Off
grid
without
a course.
Wild
sparks,
follow her tail
across an
ever brightening
sky*.
Let
her fire
burn
your eyes.
*Watch,*
as her tears
heal your
pain.
*Reach out,*
&
touch
each
silver lining
as
she
takes
You
dancing
freely
on a
breeze...
Floating
deliciously,
with
nimble
fae;
Spun,
in the
wisps of
tiptoeing
spiders.
Dizzy
together
(now)
with the sound
of their sweet
laughter.
~Open~
in
a sky of
blossom &
sparks.
~At One~
as
All
around,
she hears, quite
... unmistakeably ...
~for the sake of mischief~
whispered softly, with
each bluster.
*"Do you hear it too?"
*
...the start... is an echo from our much-missed poet JP
