Beneath Heaven's Helix

~ Oh tender Heaven's Helix, ~ I wait for you on hilltop high! The morning bulb has just awoke. How shall you grace today's blue sky? The wind comes rushing fervently and marks the air with whistling rings. It brings forth waltzing butterflies with bright prismatic paper wings. They whirl about impulsively, not knowing that they've formed a line; and skipping in a blind parade, they twist about transparent spine. ~ Oh regal Heaven's Helix, ~ I wait for you by lakeside low! The flaming star has dimmed its light. What is it now that you will show? The sky is filled with citric shades and paints the pool an orange hue. The pallid plane invites black wings to dance along a massless screw. The pattern of these tainted doves appears to be a braided bow. These ravens twirl with drunken glee, reflecting in the glass below. ~ Oh joyous Heaven's Helix, ~ I wait for you in pasture pure! The candle has been blown away to aid your luminescent cure. A pacifying zephyr lilts and from its breath come playful sprites. A gathering of fireflies encompass me with ivory lights. They flicker all throughout the night and cast on me their midnight-spell. They wildly spin on magic wings, just like a moonlit carousel. ~ Oh sacred Heaven's Helix, ~ I ask of you to bless this day, and carry those who choose to stay... beneath your fluttering spiral.