Monday, February 6, 2012

passage


the last taste of ocean air
gossamer sweet,
filling the cotton candy lungs
of that surfer girl ~


sails shredded,
adrift in salt water,
like a forgotten mermaid
as the sky slips into itself
and another angel crosses
shibari~winged into
elysian realms

bending light
with the heartbeats
and cooing of newborns

carving a door
with rose blood
and dove feathers

this is the background noise of heaven,
the barrage of insect prayers
who could never begin to know
the wretched bliss awaiting

they would be transformed by eternal gleaners
the chaff of never-ending souls shedding hope,
an ocean of being existing
ever beyond the breath,
just out of reach.

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