the consequences
of opposing pressures have
inevitable
results; fire capped by ice
fallout, covers all in ash

Her eyes were the color of solar flares
and the remnants  of super novae,
eyelashes damp with Venus’ acid rain.

Body in the curves of the Northern Lights,
there were stars at her fingertips,
galaxies twined in the star dust of her hair.

Constellations lined her dress
as she danced in the celeste of red ribbon clouds
the storms created.

She travelled across the icelands of Neptune
though days never passed through the tail of Hailey’s comet,
only sulfuric nights on Io.

When dough is in short supply,
puddings get nervous, I wonder why?
They tell their parrots to take to the air,
to see if there's more hidden anywhere.
One flew out to the north Atlantic
his efforts brave and quite fantastic.
The dough of Icelands polar bears
was safely stored and waiting there.
One parrot flew to the Snow Queens wedding
for dough, and to try his wing at sledding.
He was so tired when he took his dough to the station,
he was forced to use his powers of multi - placation
for the guards were nasty and horrid and grumpy
and almost  turned the dough all lumpy.

A little bird sings in her nest
Dreaming to fly over this world
Dreaming to see the green grasslands
The Burning deserts and the icelands cold
For today she begins the life’s quest

The north everyone says, where the end lays
Elders devise the plans to keep the troubles away
Leaders stay ahead form the pattern they say
Follow rules, be efficient don’t you astray

Don’t try, don’t fly too high little bird
You’ll get tired, strong winds will take you away
This world is scary you’ll be someone’s prey

Why north, what’s north, have you seen it
I wish to fly high on these winds of freedom
Stare at the rising red sun over the mighty dark clouds
I may fall, land low, lower in everyone’s eyes.
What is this journey if you can’t even see what’s below