Tag Archives: sky
If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss. Advertisements
Plum fresco at dusk. Shaghaired totems chill and wait. There will be dancing.
Splitting image, one sun mounts another, cradled in nuptial fire.
Light’s slow, basking crush on the sea’s shimmied wavelengths– A sunset affair.
The sky, a photographic illusion, a veiled overlay, which the sun, in this starring instance, burns through from behind, creating a pinhole aperture through which one can vision proof of eternity, and its unending volumes of light.
In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.