Brush away
C lo u ds
clinging to
eyelashes that hover
morning mist-like to a
sleeping valley yet
to be touched
by day.
A jumbled geography,
only you know
which is empyreal sky
and which is
a sturdy line of shore.
I want to bury my
wandering fingers
in cool soft dunes.
I anxiously await
sunrise to work its
wondrous
warm ing.
Surrender to ascending
silver skin begging
for a treasure seeking
mouth to murmur
from an open
chest
Choose me! Choose Me!
A glistening linear pair,
we are the dawn.
In corpus linguistics.
A heaving collocation
of successful communication,
we are permanently
fixed.
Ahoy! Incandescent
pulsing electricity
heats in
a chorus of screaming
ON.
Fire swept.
We work to
extinguish the woe
of the world and smolder
in paradise knowing
You chose me! You Chose Me!
