The Silver Message
The silver message came to me on
bubbles blown off waxy wings
from bumble bees who rarely sting
like a school of fishes lingering
in the shade of my shadow standing free
like a beacon among the waves in the sea.
The glow of the clouds as they light up the trees.
(green glowing clouds in a lightning dream).
This message, tied up with a bow,
was filled with things one ought to know
From snails with iridescent shells
to necklaces of hollow bells
the way to tether the rainbow's end
and a thousand ways to keep a friend
a moondrop tear cast amber gold
and flowers from bright seeds unfold
just where to find and keep the pace
and how to read a lion's face
the passage to the jungle lair
and 40 ways to do one's hair.
The silver message came to me
as flowers floating from a tree
which floated in upon the breeze
and landed in my palm with ease...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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