Sun Stained
She had a quintessence audience
Gliding silk smooth wave motions
Slow lapping, gentle rhythms
Hurting rain and hot earth steam
Waxing moons rising
Trail lines blurring
And the air is flowing
So smooth
The birds circled and flew
Overhead undercast
A goddess dove and prince crow
Circled and danced and revolved
It was cold in the stratosphere
But not for long
Sky intwined destiny
Is coming along
Sun stained soul wraiths
Floating by the riverbank
Had a nice time
Of the days
In that daze
Of the royal-bound stowaways
Who found the water
So clear
The wayward ghouls
Displayed lights and sounds
Near the water’s edge
So lovely and clean
With the spirit’s
Last parting festival
They wished the river
Still gleamed
And above the smoke
Of the spirit’s last carnival
Flew the birds who
Sang so sweet
Above that last
Bright, loud celebration
Flew a crow and a dove
In sync
The ghosts had to look
Up at the avians
Twirled in tune
To the songs
As the music of the carnival
Wore on through the night
The spirits’ gaze
Fixed on the birds
And the goddess among them
Who graced the happy wraiths
Sat on clouds above
Shining and bright
And the spirits with their souls
Looked above as it rained
On the sounds of an
Indolent day
Consume Reality! 