Lifting Zephyr Prayers

Zephyr blown in violet bubbles holding up the silver sky filled with soapy wonderings wishes made by you and I Lying on the weaving grass holding bliss in hands Sending up imaginings filled with human plans Hoping they will splash the clouds Knowing it will rain to fill our eyes like hazel tins to mesmerize our minds again Wishes slick with cinder snaps on their way back down Bubbles cannot hold their skin on thoughts this tightly wound We will blow the sky away wrapped in silver bows and send our wishes in our prayers eternity to flow.