Written on the plane to Greece, looking through the window at the clouds before dawn. |
Opaque Dreamscape Darkness slowly fades around the edges, and The beginnings of Blue Heaven Ascend. My cloud desert, Transforms from so High above. The sky shifts yellow In one corner of the universe. Desert clouds glide like silk in zero G With the faint glow of the dawning day. My desert is now a dust storm On Jupiter, or Saturn. Clouds swirl and swarm In a violent mist. Yellow floods the imaginary edge now. My window is frosting, Particles stick like Sparkling glass spiders. Light unfurls through the abyss, Revealing the contours of my Sahara. It is now my huge Cottonball Kingdom. I will fall and be caught. The clouds will catch me In their velvety cushion like Father’s arms. As I fall like a feather, My vane absorbs the cool misty air. Yellow has turned to blue, my topaz to lazuli. And Blue Heaven has come! A stretch of golden saffron and my mother’s blush extends like a river in the distance. The sun seems to hide here, Gathering its blazing courage. Clouds slide by like cashmere In an opaque dreamscape. To reveal the empty reflection Of Helios on Poseidon. A clean slate. There is no space now and there is no time. I am here, Gazing through my frosted window. The plane tilts and reveals the sun! He has risen, His rays pierce like polished daggers, His body burning in flight. This splendid sun is perfect – Who needs a thousand? |