lucid meteor
I painted his sky a soft blue,
the lightest of lapis;
then another stroke of milk
in the edges, a splendid orange; t’was
the very first bask of light.
he s aw in a we
soon I gave fragments, alloy of the sun to the churches above.
within; it sparkled his eyes
stained glass softly like jam with toast.
soon I gave light for the poles
down the river where it shines
soon I gave light for the rock under the sky,
down the lake where it flies; above our saints
above my child
t’was magic, pastel lazuli under her eyelash
soon sooon soooon they called her
with that, day fell,
under a great sleep
stroking her hair, behind
cutlass, under the bridge
fore she sang
under the hollow trees
well, that was it for the night
yet I felt. nothing much special.
it's not my world either; so
I impaled.
A dark stroke.
Smelted under your shelter, my child
T’was the very pen that
gave you light
well, it was me.
the one among you all, above
the sun.
to impale
t'was a beautiful starless, night;
for naught
you cried.
my eyes aren't meant to hear. My dear;
In the end, at the very end.
The stroke becomes lightly an ark
That took you away
From the sun.
(Warts)
proper grotto