I hold the hands of my crimson sky
in a graceful fluidity of growing charm,
and speak to her after a rainy drawl
listening freely at the peak of midnight,
when clouds drape our secrets in foil
and waft along, beyond quiver of stars.
When night unwraps its cooling veil,
my sky delights this breath to drip
into a bold wandering , and awakens me
with a ruby mystery of twilight...
until breezy air cuddles my fragile dreams.
Among the trees’ leafy frills
she bequeaths the oracle of runes
giving me pure incantations,
with freedom to explore wings to glide,
sharing all journeys...old destinies,
her light and shadows trail away
in every russet shade of mystic wonder.
SKAT's Crimson Sky Contest
by nette onclaud