under a torrential shower
of iridescent peacock feathers,
i spy
the cosmic flautist,
whose conch shaped eyes
ooze boundless compassion,
his dusky complexion
mirrors the night sky,
as the twinkling stars
in the firmament
stealthily become his garland
what will he do next?
steal the heart of the next damsel
who comes his way?
start another world war to fight for justice?
or open his mouth to show us the whole universe within?
© 2021
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
under a torrential shower
of iridescent peacock feathers,
i spy
the cosmic flautist,
whose conch shaped eyes
ooze boundless compassion,
his dusky complexion
mirrors the night sky,
as the twinkling stars
in the firmament
stealthily become his garland
what will he do next?
steal the heart of the next damsel
who comes his way?
start another world war to fight for justice?
or open his mouth to show us the whole universe within?
© 2021