roofs hold the night sky
for those holed inside,
held in light
blue hues begin to end and then
views condense to dew
green lights its room
and mine, too
ethereal, ephemeral, a musing fume
light hits white and refracts into blue
trees alight and divide, delighted to be
up on lit horizon, shadowing me
coalescing kaleidoscopes climb into sky
shimmering into time
pale pastel restorations refrain
set on sun-filter frames, sent to old age
incessant, iridescent, a spectrum descendant
outside wind and rain is inside time's brain
its secrets unwind in wind
an ancestral spectral enveloped again
a spectrum echoing itself in
memories thread symmetry at their ends
a thousand stars and one constellation-
a thousand loves and one consolation-
a thousand songs and one singer-
a thousand dreams and one believer-
moments enamored, in amber to us
one to begin, one to rust, and
one to know two
sides to the moon
webs of sun ebb on frames unstrung
stars write the songs unsung
proving themselves, young sons
skies open up in illumination of:
draw back the crescent cataract
arrest the sun while it stacks
in the window cracks, the diademed lilac,
don't think back
what's known, what's forgotten is
once known, once forgotten
thread the memories into symmetry
in the silhouette's dream
the sky and the sea, mist surrounding
your bright quiet gift's mystery
folded mountain roads hold stories once told
of twilit countenance, the solemness of old
worded worlds are wonder unfurled,
two become one to know
some give time to find it
idled as towns build by and by
while the sun sits in eyes
and sets time aside
beaming endlessly in remembering dreams
comes forgetfulness of in between
diadem winds warmth into breeze
the embers of December are blowing
some die into night
vying unto light
mirrors of sky
densely dilating time
a self's silhouette cast in a net of white
God's jewelry eyes
to turn fate and run,
stop, look, and listen: ...
glass [stanza admitted
for hopeful publishing
purposes and formatted
as such as this - - - - ]
my pen loses ink, i fall back to sleep, i forget my dreams
and when i wake, it sometimes takes reminding
that this is still finding
time folds its molds again
children returning their givens
and then it's finished
holding life eventually
is sleeping infinitely
affinity
wish you were with me, one-once something
was
i wish i was here, my friend
i leave outside ends
easing ending memories into symmetry
snug as a bug on the tip of God's thumb
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this is still unfinished but tis time to post again anyway!
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