Storm
Storm
in the noctilucent ether
above our spinning fire
the mist born drift of open air
weaves a crystal net
ice and vapor reaching
down towards us
as we on this cluttered hill
dig and dig
our stony halos heavy with desire
nimbus pages fold across
the cyan wishing void
our changing history written
in volcanic ash
the fire legend of a future
come to pass
each bright atom a chorus of hope and fear
then the cumulous surrender
thunderous reply
and we're washed in pure simplicity
Goddess of Wisdom
wrap us in
your perfect stratospheric shroud
Copyright © Paul Trimble | Year Posted 2023
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