Azure skies overhead, the blast of ice, shivering that has not to do with the cold. Whispered salutations and knowing looks, fragrant clouds wafting in. Shadows dance in the light, taking shape and taking flight. Falling velvet caressing the skin, shuttering so real, frozen in time. Twin drums playing both blazing and the beats are rolling. Truest sight hidden in the glory of the sun’s brightest light. Words cascading, coming hard and soft to electric vibes. Hewed out places with watching faces, tangled up, unfurled and taken up. This cannot be seen, these moments of crystal time. Fractured shards falling Into deepest seas, tumbling and glinting as they go. Follow now, taking my hand, come and see.
By Jay Worley
5-11-19
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