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.