Aug 01, 2004 19:40
Incongruous nights
where fires take flight
gentle in their curves,
an eagle of wisps,
of phoenix burst
trailing from their tails
awash in my traveled
weary eyes
fluttering lashes
then close for a time
to save the fireflies’ trails glazed
on the convex held in each socket
they cast a lightshow
on the back curtain
of each
eyelid
Moon high upon me
Wind trickles over my skin
moves my hair
inertia
Orion, unsheathe your sword
and show me once more
what it's like
to strike
swift
as lightning.
August 1, 2004
By,
Zachary Unsell
~~~
Love,
Zach