One Shining Fire-Rose
outward from it's strong stem.
Beautiful, complete . . . simple.
Ignorant screams of humanity
muffled . . . stinger removed,
As these Tender Petals fall over my ears.
Crisp false-spring air warmly caresses
The tired, hilly-faced child of yesterday.
Whipping through tattered garments
Like so many fallen petals
burned by tomorrow.
Azure sky at 60 degrees, more or less.
Alabaster wings to shelter.
Moon in Virgo, Sun in Sagittarius . . .
A stirring commences
Crystal clarity invades mid's eye.
Reality leaps to lepers as will.
Wondering how news affects those loved.
Clock-mask stills rapids to pond.
Romance to bloom forever.
Romantic beach. sun Sea. Alone.
Breezes wrap around like comfort food upon skin.
Tranquility seeps into soul like custard crumble.
Night extinguishes not light's pleasantry.
Surreal techno sounds emanate naturally here.
Frogs toot melodic ambiance from trees and shrubs
As mother turtles parade to undergrowth to lay eggs
for morning children to return to sea.
Time Vortex consumes reality
Leaving fog in-layered snow-globe scenes:
convex borders distorting view;
Analog slowing motion in kind,
Sending reeling images of mind.
Boiling water thrown into air
Hangs metamorphosed frozen silvery shards
Suddenly crystal crash harshly upon frigid ground
Like toccata chimes of stem ware upon marble floor.