Up in the Clouds, high on dream
i see the light passing through the dust gleams below…endless seams and contours
sparkling in life, singing in line, through death’s contours, we shine.
the words eternal are kept out of rhyme
until we come, in time, and start to shine as spaces unseen-burnt Life spots!
Us, as somehow needed, flecks to see by. flares in the dark for Love’s landings.