Blue Skies Ahead
Ripples convulsing in silvery glints,
Streaming off the concave bend in the mirror’s face,
Skewing, upwards spinning perspectives of sky,
Scored sharply with bars of rusting space,
Piercing the spectrum’s shuttered scope;
The last of daylight racing against the dilation of one staring falcate eye,
Brilliant shades of still and silence,
Measuring cadence in azure reply,
Shoots and branches attempt to dramatize their walk-on roles,
In belief that the scene should somehow bestow upon them unearned grace,
Fledged with clouds of bluish-pink,
Against this starlit, gradient map, their immortal silhouettes to trace,
Uncongealed lines of imagination,
Dancing subjective across the night,
Forms flowing free from pinprick points,
Dancing, ‘tween eyes locked together for lack of sight.
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