Fierce fervent cloud-beings
Rear up above these always-summer islands
Brilliant white caryatids
Carrying large dark lakes
Looming above the beaches
So the bay begins to sparkle
With a million fallen stars
In the twilight they create
Scattering brief showers
We go out to stand and dance in
Releasing our bodies from our souls
Now we have the chance to
Feel their hands upon us
The shaping fingers of the gods
No comments:
Post a Comment