sky poems ride on the rain
fall into puddles and colapse...
a little wet world
of colour-soaked sky prayers
birds and breeze trains
spinning in finger tracings...
I kneel before the magic mirror
and mouth my own song
smile in dreamy thought
as the liquid rises
creeping toward my lips
dancing trees quiver before my sight
stars spin in blueberry light...
passion-soaked,
I memorize the words
learn this magick and
lick at the givings
the fishes sing, the fishes grin
orange blur of swimming story...
I pinch at the sky tales
collecting the rhythm
asking, may I breathe you?
do you have a name...?
no, they say
we ride on waves...
and the pool turns a shade past gone
hovering over a wordless song...
I had what I waited for
now, they move on....
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