Leaden summer skies filled with swifts and swallows

Skipping over the hedgerows 

Fresh cool air on my face like a linen sheet 

Purple grass , of gossamer clouds at my feet

 

Sun horizon boiling  illuminates the oaks 

casting orange clouds 

As fierce as the forge at the hands of creation

A still, still air of silence cloaks

 

The moon , a slit of light 

Suspended in the blue

Like a crack in a door,

Inviting us to the other side 

Bright shafts , beaming the invitation, as before.

 

Knowing not where it leads 

Generations wonder

What’s behind the glimmer 

The Siren silver , pulling me in

Through the feather crescent .

Drenching shimmer forever present.

 

Ever above is, ever below,

The moons ghostly shadow has us in tow,

Draws us in to its shine

Like tides of endless time forth and back

Mystery of what’s behind the silver sabre crack.

 

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