I Dream Above the Firmament

When quiet falls and starlight’s dark,

your absence tolls the soul-

an untamed entity that pleads

for reminiscent drifts.

Untethered, toward the lie I fly,

through heavy round-topped clouds

whose virgin rain streaks new tattoos

upon my windburnt skin

until warm astral threads descend

to weave ambrosial robes

of velvet wildflower sprouts

whose potpourri's serene.

Aglide, I trail the brilliant spill

and billowed pearl unfurls

to form a dancing rainbow wake

beneath His righteous light.

No sooner does a yawning lawn

appear to wizened eyes,

then sound returns to pierce my ears

with love's unspoilt voice.

We're running, then– defy goodbye–

embrace with rapt hellos,

aware of every hymn time trills

on dreamland's clock– tick-tock.

Warm saline flows, enshrouds my mouth,

as depth begins to dim;

alone, but for this taste I wake–

to grief condemned again.