as my cloud-wings traverse through the surface of the sky
with the glass lake sending ripples through my reflection through the nigh'
swans abandoning their nest waters, migrating under the crescent moon's crest
breeze of spring pressing upon my gentle lips lifting me to the sycamore's branches
envisioning the waves of dreams materializing into dewdrops of reality
tapping the invisible strings and embroidering them into the fabric of faith
folding and unfolding the pages & let them be butterflies flying through the flower fields
purple irises pollenating our in-between breaths with the monochrome of the rainbows
illuminations in our constellations cross-sketching across the canvas to our broken homes
memories of winter flowers blooming across our paper towns folded and unfolded in between our breaths
