Fire Lanterns
they were young and laughing easy
running free in careless ways
casual with sunlight
molten flared with open faces
small princes rode in barley fields
wading in clear rivers
pouring years of life
as I watched slow
older vision, elder tongue
days lowered like gauzy veils
mazy sunlight, dusted
broken through falling leaves
and broken branches
to walk, to run
to join the circle
I'd be shining copper in the sun
moments left on sparrow'd wings
looking down on them and some
liquid in their trust
floating like fire lanterns
on blue black skies
burning heaven
with purest throats
plasmatic in their youth
but agon calls with beckoned creep
time turned, shadow’s glance
sweeping years like saharan wind
all just faces motes blown by
as tenor cries fade down the glade
nodding, given charon’s due
slipped away
back to that glen
run on pathways shining new.
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