i
am
viewing
furtively now
through windowscape
framed spherical with stone
earth-forged vision-hole
affording us views of
probable futures,
even possible!
inviting us
to dive
gently
beyond
illusionary
fabrics brittle
rendered useless
with wear and tear
like blue jeans now faded
yet not the dancer, tiny dancer
pianoing lightly her treads
into yet another maze
ballerina stretches
ever further
beyond
those
harsh
highway
headlights
hold me closer
tiny dancer bless us
with your birthmarks
bespelling a future
canvas waiting
funful free
glorious
stand
we
as
we
move
through
sky funnels
lured by her trace
to warm weepless wide
scenarios of something so strong
and ever so right in the scheme of things
we are never remiss or so-called
wrong, for even mistakes
are forward stumbles
into and through
kaleidoscope
spiralling
color
as
we
swivel
our sunlit
looking-glasses
we're all in the mood
for melodies sweetly ringing
ancient bells that peel forth rhythms
of beginnings without end amen
and so may it always be
our carefree hum
freestringing
beauty/
truth
are
we
*